Out of dense fog the island emerged with the certainty of a dream – perhaps not real, but beyond dispute. We were 71°N and 8.3°W, 550 miles north of Iceland and approximately the same distance to Greenland in the west. Since having left Iceland a week earlier we’d seen nothing but the leaden sea, churned by gale-force winds. Day and night the monotonous same, as the sun, dim as it was, never sets in the Arctic summer. We looked at a raven-black beach… Continue Reading