No, this is not some new foodie madness like hot dogs and grower champagne, this is a trip to embrace two of the fine things in life, fly fishing and wine! While other fanatics in search of big angry sea trout and wild salmon are being mauled by horse flies in Scotland, a gillie whispering in their ear "if only you would have been here last week", my fastidious compadre took the liberty to hunt far and wide for a sea trout river so wild that not even mosquitos can thrive, and might even contain some fish, this desolate location was the Husey in northern Iceland.

On route from Reykjavik in a tank of a car filled with fishing rods, pork products and wine, the landscape suddenly took on the appearance of Narnia. We popped out of the mountain range to refuel and stumbled across a traditional Icelandic restaurant with a daily special Chicken Tikka. Interesting!

On arrival at the river, the water was high, the wind ferocious and dotted with specks of hail, but we were in good hands with our two sturdy guides Stjani and Oli (easily 6ft 6 and a penchant for listening to Mumford and Sons and chewing tobacco). Conditions were raw throughout but with the right combo of a heinously obnoxious fly known as the Sunray Shadow, and the heaviest sinking fly lines known to man (often referred to as a ‘chuck and duck’ due to its lack of casting versatility), some suitably aggressive fish were hauled out.

As the evening drew in, a few corks were pulled in celebration. A Cote Rotie La Landonne 2006 from Rostaing welcomed a half day decant and was wonderfully silky, peppery and mineral, a stunning wine which proved that you don’t need to keep the traditionally rustic Northern Rhone appellation for decades. The real treat was a Chateau Margaux 66 paired with a stroganoff laced gammon steak…with a whopping 83 Points from Robert Parker and suggested drinking date of 1991 this was always going to be a punt. After wrestling with the cork for a good 15 minutes and frankly making a hash of it, the wine itself was a joy to drink – leathery, sweet, spicy and so old school it almost warranted fishing in tweed with split cane, but maybe save that outfit for Scotland – it’s all about a neoprene thermal jumpsuit in Iceland.