A wintery quest in the south of Iceland. The objective? Capture, explore, sleep – repeat. Making our beds just a couple of kilometres from the glaciers of Vatnajökull National Park, we’d open the curtains every morning to see the Defender half frozen, icicles emerging from places they probably shouldn’t. In the distance, snowy mountain peaks called out, urging us to roam their ice caves and summit their crystal blue walls. And so we did. Crampons and ice axes included. We found ourselves on this insane 7-day adventure bender, so high on life that at one point Nico thought he needed to cool off with a swim. It certainly put a bit more hair on his chest and got the blood flowing – but wasn’t enough to make me want to follow suit. Day after day we’d traverse the glaciers, admiring their everchanging shapes. We’d spend 8-10 hours shooting, hiking and climbing, and often found ourselves racing back to the car in the darkness. The drive home was almost the best part. That isolated stretch of road gave us enough time to think about all the epic stuff we’d just captured, whilst getting us pumped to do it all again the next day.