“At approximately 11am, a white silence steals our breath away as we step almost seamlessly from the plane door on to a train that would carry our winter-coated crocodile through a snow-clad Switzerland…”Read more ›
Articles by: Sophie McLean
Our international maiden of mystery, Sophie spends more time out of the country than in it. A self-confessed Italophile and a lover of all things vinous, when she’s not reposing somewhere suitably superb, you’ll find her zipping around the country in fabulous supercars, thoughtfully admiring arty accolades, and sampling the best of London’s watering holes and eateries.
“We only play to a minimum of 80,000 people,” says the Turkish rock star with an ironic glint in his eye as he builds a pyramid out of macadamia nuts on the table that sits between us…Read more ›
Italians do it better. I could have told you that myself, yet last time Pret a Diner was in town this was announced to the capital somewhat differently. In a bubble of quirky design and ostentatious charm, the magnificent surroundings of a one-time James Bond-esque casino on St James’s was [...]Read more ›
For most of last year, and some of this, I made frequent visits to Manchester. These journeys ‘oop north’ were a chance to think and reflect (I always maintain that I do my best thinking on trains) and consider trips to destinations further afield. In fact, the reasons that took [...]Read more ›
“The sky was flecked with white lights that twinkled from Como’s western shore, and the bolt of electricity that the clouds would imminently bring provided a certain drama to our recent arrival.”Read more ›
“There’s an overall palpable sense of history and mystique here, something that doesn’t come as too much of a surprise when you realise that Madeira was a preferred holiday spot to characters such as Winston Churchill.”Read more ›