Author: Anna Millward
Riding With Fire, Tölting On Ice To Ingólfsfjall
Rule number one when riding an Icelandic horse: do not use your leg. Or at least, do not use as…
Farmyard Frolics At Pólar Hestar
I don’t remember Bjartur of Summerhouses pulling wedged-in poo out of a lamb’s bottom whilst a nail perforated his welly-boots…
‘Freaks Are Revolutionaries, And Revolutionaries Are Freaks’
Terrorists do not usually wear sequined gimp-masks and sparkly leather jackets, nor do they sing in three-part harmonies. Not, however,…
From Plumbing To Poetry To Hard-Hats And Bouncing Back
Norðurpóllinn bids farewell to its house and looks forward to its next adventure…Rumour has it in Reykjavík that Norðurpóllinn is…
Ain’t No Party Like An OAP Party
Meet ‘new girl’ Gréta, an 80-something-year-old go-getter who, after being dumped rather unceremoniously in a home for the elderly, soon…