The Llawnroc, Cornwall
“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.”
“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…
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…
“Located in Cuckfield, considered one of the prettiest Tudor villages in England, Ockenden is an Elizabethan manor dating from 1520, the beamed interior of which resonates with creaking floorboards and character…”
“It’s 295 miles to Truro. We’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of Twiglets; it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses…” Gabrielle discovers the child-like delights of Cornwall’s Roseland Peninsula…
Larry returns to Zurich and experiences a weekend of opulence, elegance, unparalleled finery…and a delicious…
“Stay away from the mushrooms with gills or skirts on their stems.” Such words to the wise sound like they belong in the ominous section of a fairytale, just before the wolf or Mad Hatter makes his appearance…
“The old bookworm has begun to twitch. It is, perhaps, the gaggle of youths playing songs rich in reference to knife crime that have him so on edge; on the other hand, it might equally be the whinging child…”
“Some places are cursed with bad names, so it was with an open mind and visions of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre that I approached the rather dubiously titled Lower Slaughter Manor…”
“Croatia’s five-star boutique Hotel Monte Mulini was quite an understated first sight for this shamefully quick to judge traveller. A momentary opinion, thankfully, swiftly dispelled by the view that filled my eyes…”
“Two men carry a bathtub into Bath. Not a joke, but my first sight on entering the city famous for its sulphurous waters…” Douglas Blyde revisits a haunting childhood haunt…