west of THE WESTFJORDS

or a ruthless killer, the Arctic fox is a cute little rascal. The razorbills, puffins and northern fulmars who have their eggs and young stolen may not agree, but it’s hard not to side with the mammal when the birds are so abundant here at Látrabjarg. My only complaint is that the vixen I see out raiding enormous sea cli s at Iceland’s westernmost point doesn’t hang around for a photograph. Instead, she regards me