Icelandic National Day. Brings back memories of wearing your best dress and sporting bare legs in spite of the cold, slightly out of tune brass bands, nervous scouts, boring speeches and small children high on sugar, holding balloons and Icelandic flags. My favourite moment of the day has always been when Fjallkonan, the woman of the mountain, recites a poem. She represents the fierce spirit of the Icelandic nation and of Icelandic nature. You can read more about why and how Icelanders celebrate their Independence Day here.

My thoughts are back home and I’ll be celebrating here in London by watching this spectacular video.