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We didn’t need an ice bucket for our champagne in Iceland’s UNESCO-listed Þingvellir National Park. The whole landscape was frozen. On a midwinter getaway to Reykjavik, my friends and I had been picked up at our five-star at dusk, bundled into a 4x4 and driven north-east to what had once been the seabed of the North Atlantic Ocean and was now a snow-smothered wilderness.

We climbed out of the car, and sat on chic wool blankets for the world’s coldest champagne picnic: Arctic sushi and a bottle of Krug were placed in front of us. As we ate and drank, we listened to stories about Iceland’s first parliament, which convened here in the year 930, outdoors on the rocks. And then, suddenly, here was what we’d come to see - the unmistakable green squiggles of the Northern Lights began to shimmy across this extraordinary, elemental landscape. I may have lost all feeling in my hands but my senses were tingling.