We are not a people naturally given to bragging, but there is no question that we have the world beaten when it comes to icebergs. Because the cold, hard fact is that this is the best place in the world to see them.

On a sunny day, they can be seen from many points along our northern and eastern coasts, glacial messengers carrying a signal from the high north. Great, silent flotillas of them, in every shape and size. In colours ranging from snow-white, to the deepest aquamarine. Cathedrals of ice, not made of human hands.

And despite their return from the Arctic in the spring, our awe of them remains new, year after year. Their sheer size sends the mind racing, and that’s not even counting the ninety-percent still unseen below the surface.

And the very fact that these majestic leviathans are mere fragments of the glaciers that gave birth to them some ten thousand years ago – well, let’s just say it can be a little much to wrap one’s head around. And so we don’t even bother. We simply lie back on the warm grass of a cliff top, and watch the show go by.

So, is it bragging, even if it’s true? Perhaps, but the facts are in evidence. We have them. They are ours. But we are willing to share.