“I’m reluctant to write about this but I will. Not out of obligation but because I don’t really want to reveal a secret I’d rather keep. Four years ago I went to Croatia…” Larry divulges a long-held desire for prime Adriatic property…
“I’m sitting in the Super Class of the TurboJet feeling slightly seasick as I try to figure out why the first class compartment smells like an onion bhaji and how much more lurching my rickety sea legs can withstand…”
“Country: Club. Gun: Shot. Agent: Stirling. Murder: A scotch. Skyfall: I think you mean Ashdown old chap, and like Bond this story starts with a woman wielding a gun to my detriment…” Stirling is outgunned in East Sussex…
“I’ve always wondered what it felt like in ‘the old days’ when you climbed saddle-sore and weary from your steed, desperate to get out of the biting cold and into somewhere warm and cheery for a few hours…” Nick Hammond goes camping. Well, nearly…
‘Casa Loma’s grandeur casts an opulent shadow over this city, but it is only one of a few features that make Toronto a luxury getaway.’ One-time Torontonian Alwynne Gwilt returns for a taste of the tourist high life…
“Cornwall was baking, the hedgerows alive with the chirping of birds and the buzzing of arthropods…I could almost hear my skin peeling under the commanding rays of an unexpected summer sunbath.”
Boutique. It’s a word that is bandied about often, and with gay abandon. Occasionally its…
“I am in a state of discombobulation as I find myself eye-to-eye with a pain-stricken Virgin Mary, six daggers protruding from her chest. To my right is a statue of a man about to lose his leg to what looks like a rabid dog…”
The last time I strolled into the Lanesborough hotel, I was early; this time I…
The English coast might not be the ideal destination for a weekend in November but it does have the odd draw, particularly if you’re inclined to step back into another age. Alex Larman goes Edwardian in Eastbourne…
“I’m standing amid a polyglot chorus of holiday-makers and day-trippers on top of the Acropolis, Instagramming a cityscape of northern Athens and sharing it on Facebook…” In the cradle of civilisation, Mark O’Brien senses something new emerging…
“I’m awestruck as his rippling muscles gleam under the intense heat of the Cumbrian sun; an intoxicating mix of earth, sweat and leather floods my senses.” Jessica Baldwin is swept off her feet by a tall, dark, dashing fellow. Move over Mr D’Arcy…