I’m standing outside the Carbon Recycling International plant in Iceland, being told that if there is a volcanic eruption, we must make our way calmly to the car park. The ground has been rumbling for a few weeks, and there’s tension amongst the locals, which is unusual as a bit of shaking is daily life on the Reykjanes Peninsula, just 20 miles from Reykjavik. I check where the keys to my Mazda MX-30 are and make sure I know which way the exits are.Continue Reading