The Last Autumn

If the world has an edge then it is almost certainly visible from Iceland On the outermost cape beyond which there is only the inhospitable Arctic Ocean lies a farm belonging to Úlfar and his wife This autumn will be the last time their grandchildren come from the city to drive the sheep back down from the hills An almost tangible cinematic fabric that weaves a tale of an abandoned place where the mist clings to the steelblue surface of the sea and where the occasional human visitor is sometimes welcome