On the first morning, looking out over the fjord as the sun rose and light increased I was in awe at the volume of Fulmars, Glaucous Gulls and Eiders that filled the sky as well as the water’s surface. Although I have been to Iceland before I have not experienced such a bio-mass as was laid out infront of me. Birds were beginning to return to their breeding haunts and lying offshore until the spring reached the west of the island.
Even under the waves life wasn’t in short supply. Over three days, Killer Whales, the main target of our intent, were much in evidence. We perhaps saw around forty during our time in the country.
A couple of boat trips out into open water got us within spitting distance of the Orcas. It is difficult to convey the feelings at being close to something adapted so well to the ocean and at the top of its food chain. I felt privileged to share a little of their environment and see how the pod of these so called Killers, gathered around the young in their group. How tender they seemed. How similar to us they are… yet so different. The whole experience will be alive within me until I take my last breath.
Letter From Norfolk 