Nights on ice in Sweden’s Arctic wonderland. The Observer
The teenage me, buried deep beneath midriff fat and caution, screamed yes at the thought of a trip to the Swedish Arctic. The grown-up me –…
The Dune House. Published in National Geographic Traveller.
Being a family keen on the modernist style, it seemed fitting to introduce our children to holidaying in appropriate style. Dune House, right on the beach…
The Ickworth Hotel. Published in National Geographic Traveller.
It’s a good idea to start a weekend away with a head massage. This proved to be an excellent buffer between the world outside and the…
My mother’s suitcase. Published in National Geographic Traveller.
The first suitcase I ever picked up was my mother’s. It had travelled with her from Italy and lived in the depths of her wood-lined wardrobe.…
Taking the Royal Canadian Pacific train from Banff Springs to San Francisco. The Independent.
Few things make me want to be rich – really stinking rich – as much as travel does. When you get a hint of what is…
Adultery al dente. The Independent.
Italians are, according to a recent report, more forgiving of adultery than ever before. No news there, you may think – except that this time it’s…
Big fish in a very big sea. Marlin fishing in Madeira. The Independent.
THE SUN shines bright and keen, the sky is blue with no clouds to mess it up. The sea, 3,000ft deep beneath our 40ft fishing yacht,…
Getting hooked on the sport of queens. The Independent.
NOT MANY people dream of being Georgina Ballantine, but I do. In October 1922, Miss Ballantine caught the biggest salmon (64lbs) ever to be taken on…
