It’s a favourite occupation in our house on a wet Sunday afternoon: crank up the log-burner, uncork a bottle of red, bring down the crate of maps, and plan the next 911 road trip. We have a simple rule: no idea is too crazy to at least consider, especially when the wine is flowing. When I suggest Iceland, though, Iris’ initial reaction is understandable. “Really? But this would be for Total 911, right? Not Total Extreme Off-Roader…?” A fair point. But, like many Malbec-fuelled ideas, the more objections that are put up, the more attractive it somehow becomes.
Vague notions of a car ferry from Scotland are soon dispelled. If you want to take your own car to Iceland, there is only one way to do it – and that’s from Denmark. First thing on Monday, a phone call is made to the offices of Smyril Line. For those of us used to driving down to Dover and hopping onto one of 10 crossings a day to Calais, this conversation is a reality check.
Our options are either to sail on Saturday, or to wait and sail the next Saturday. But might we like
