Inside the Library of Water I can look out over Stykkishólmer, immaculate wooden houses leading down to a harbour filled with small fishing boats and the large car ferry, basking in the sun and waiting to swallow the cars before it heads out across the bay. There’s a great semicircular room walled with windows that let the light flood in to this serene white space. Two tables are laid up for a chess game lacking only the players, the pieces vibrating with pent up energy, eager to move. Behind me there are 24 columns of pure water taken from deep inside 24 different Icelandic glaciers. It feels like I’m on the bridge of a great ship, somewhere I can watch the weather sweep in off the North Atlantic.