A sunrise is not something that you really see in Iceland in the summer months. The sun never really sets. However as the summer draws to a close the endless sunlight starts to fade and twilight returns bringing with it a merging of sunrise and sunset.
Sneaking out of bed at 3am with just pj’s and walking boots this was the sky that had woken me up. It was on fire as the mist rose from the river that runs through the small farming area of Hrafnabjörg, just north of Egilsstaðir. It was completely silent, the horses in the distance were starting to stir but otherwise it was still and calm.