"Between the path and the ravine into which the waterfall plummets is a gentle slope and then a plateau on which a long-stalked grass grows. Over the past few weeks of cold the mist from the waterfall must have covered each stalk thousands upon thousands of times, each time freezing, until now single stalks of grass are embedded in icicles the size of a rolling pin, together forming a field of other-worldly crystals. I creep into the near edge of this ice field and sit there until the sun rises above the canyon edge and its rays begins to sparkle and shimmer through them."Chris Heath i The Sunday Telegraph om Gullfoss och en resa längs med ringvägen runt Island i november.
