"Heading south, I quickly learn it’s difficult to stick to any kind of schedule due to the sheer number of things to photograph along the way. There’s that moss for a start. And the waterfalls. Not to mention lonely farmhouses along dirt tracks framed by lopsided hills, and herds of Icelandic horses just begging to be snapped. And just when you think you’ve got the shot, you drive a few hundred metres down the road and discover there’s a much better angle, so you pull over and start all over again."