Gar∂ur lighthouse, standing as man’s defiance against eerie mysteries of the Aurora.

I’d been told that the Aurora often are hard to see with the naked eye, and that you may not recognise them at first. Driving out to the lighthouse, we saw what appeared to be slightly bright clouds in the sky. Not wanting to get our hopes up, I suggested that these were clouds simply catching the last rays of the sun over the curve of the earth.

It wasn’t until we pulled up and started taking long exposures that we realised that Iceland had saved the best for our last night of the trip. The show improved late into the night. The sky practically exploded over the town of Keflavik when we returned to pack our bags for the early flight to Dublin.