An Icelandic month

We had missed them in Shetland and Norway, they kept eluding Capsula on the water, and here they were just there, at touching distance, seemingly unbothered by all these humans taking pictures of them. as if nothing happens Just as we were about to question their Icelandic behaviour, we met them again, on the island of Grimsey. Hundreds of puffins had colonized the cliffs and the water beneath them. As expected, as we came within 200 metres, they took flight. So we kept our distance and just enjoyed watching them ride the air currents, together with guillemots, razor bills and other fulmars. Why one colony tolerated humans at arm's length while another took off at 200 metres remains a mystery to us. ready to take off For once we did not have to rush to our next destination. This allowed us to just stop when we fell in love with a place. Like this peaceful anchorage in the Westfjords where we spent three consecutive days without seeing anyone but eider ducks, black guillemots and…