Author Alwynne Gwilt

A passionate freelance journo, foodie and Canadian ex-pat, most comfortable with a single malt Scotch in one hand and a book or spatula in the other.

Travel
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‘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…

British
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“We arrive as the sun begins to wane and are shown to a spot by the stage. The tables by the elongated, convex windows that fill one entire wall of the restaurant are full of bankers negotiating lobster claws and oversized steaks.”

Tipples
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“It’s when I’m sat at the top of Carn Daimh, looking out onto the sweeping green, amber and bronze hills with a glass of Glenlivet in my hand, that I realise how much I love both Scotland and whisky.”

Travel
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“I could hear my heart pounding as we inched our way around yet another terrifying bend. I could only wish someone had told me how dreadfully nerve-wracking the Applecross Road is before we’d embarked on our drive.”

Travel
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The low, moaning drone hummed through the glass of our hotel room in Inverness, immediately bringing an ironic smile to my lips. “It can’t be,” I mused to the boy. “It can’t be bagpipes. Can it?”

Hotels
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“I stare into the bevelled edge, floor to ceiling mirrors running around the room. Drifting my fingers over the notched glass handle of the wardrobe, I lose myself in visions of ’20s glamour…”

Hotels
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“There is a point in every hotel stay where, I believe, you decide if you love it…For me, love happened at around 11pm while I was stood in the bathroom of my suite at the five-star Kempinski Hotel Dukes’ Palace in Bruges.”

Travel
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“I am not a polar bear. I do not have layers of fur, nor do I find basking on a slowly-receding iceberg pleasurable.” Alwynne visits a snow-covered Bruges, and discovers that sipping gourmet beer is a good way to avoid frostbite.