I went to Iceland in late February/early March and the weather was absolutely wild. The pilot called it a âslight flurryâ when we landed â in England that wouldâve shut schools and cancelled work. It poured down, snowed all night, and I woke up to 4â5 inches of snow. Icelanders donât stop for anything though; everyone has snow tyres and proper coldâweather gear, and they just get on with life. Most days I experienced all four seasons in about 20 minutes with zero warning. The wind is bitter â it can take the skin off your face. I had to wear thermal underwear every day: leggings under my trousers, long sleeves under two more layers. I looked like the Michelin Man, but Iceland is not a fashion show. This collection is everything that actually kept me warm, dry, and functioning in that madness