Our last evening: a short hike up the hillside behind town for the view over the fjord, then dinner by the water. The Westfjords are quiet, raw and beautiful — we'll be back.

Today we joined a boat trip across Ísafjarðardjúp. The water was calm, the light kept changing, and a few seals watched us from the rocks.

Back in town we walked along the old fishing boats in the harbour.

After a long drive along the fjords we finally reached Ísafjörður, the little capital of the Westfjords. The town sits on a sandbar between steep mountains, and the colourful houses look tiny against the slopes.

We dropped our bags at the guesthouse and walked down to the harbour for fish soup.