William Morris was plump, unfit and relatively untravelled but his enthusiasm, grit and phenomenal eye for detail sustained him for six weeks in 1871 and a further two in 1873 through 'the most romantic of all deserts'. He kept very few diaries and the Icelandic Journals are the most complete. Written daily, in pencil, in small black-covered notebooks, they are unguarded, spontaneous and by turn discouraged and excited. He records wild flowers and wilder landscapes, spectacular sunsets, vast expanses of lava, magnificent waterfalls, dangerous tracks and rivers. He grew to love his indomitable ponies, bringing one back to England for his daughters. And he loved the Icelanders: priests, farmers, scholars and children. Their kindness, generosity and hospitality - despite their poverty - moved him greatly and had a profound effect on his political thinking. His journey included visits to many of the main Saga sites - a route that is still followed by lovers of Iceland and William Morris.