Grundarfjordor, Iceland

Paul and I had an early night. Fortunately, we did because we were woken up at 7am by announcements that we had arrived in Grundarfjordor. We were still tired, though.

I think the back of the virus is broken, and we seem to have more of a cold now. But climbing any stairs feels like climbing Mt Everest.

Paul had to go briefly for an induction for newly embarked crew - lifeboats, life jackets, etc.

Towards midday, when most gusts had left the ship to go on excursions, Paul and I stepped off the ship for an hour or so to walk around the small town that is set in stunning surroundings. We needed to get some proper fresh air into our lungs and a bit of exercise. We met a fluffy calico cat along the way - very friendly and purring away while settling in the sun next to a flower pot.

I had been disappointed that we missed out on a lovely 7 hour tour. We didn’t put our names on the tour list to go because it would not be fair on guests if we "kindly" passed on our germs.

As soon as we got back to the ship, we headed back to the cabin and have spent the rest of the day resting.Read more