The northern tip of Iceland doesn’t really have many roads, so fishing often incurs a bit of a stroll. Determined as ever Ian Swettenham clambered up and down dale in search of arctic char. Following a slow start our efforts were well rewarded with a string of hard fighting fish. Sadly, risers were thin on the ground, but a brace of nymphs presented upstream saved our bacon.
~The long walk led us to a remote stream in a quiet corner of Iceland~
~Ian clutching a well earned char~