On a Hyperborean shore

My brothers, playing Frisbee while standing on rocks on the black basalt beach of Vik in southern Iceland, a small fraction of a second before a gale-driven breaker of unusual size knocked James into the North Atlantic.

They're fine, though the North Atlantic in Iceland in December is not the warmest ocean of the Earth, and James's trousers were soaked; we made a ten-minute mercy drive to a purveyor of large furry beach towels and wrapped his legs in one of them, instead.

It's a good beach, if a tad over-dramatic

Something of a change from this time last year:

(near Ubud, Bali, Indonesia; thirteen thousand kilometres and about thirty centigrade away)