The Cape Cadogan
“Taking its name from the London hotel in which Oscar Wilde was famously arrested, the charming shutter-fronted Cape Dutch building dates from the early 19th century…”
Browsing: The Explorer
1,000 Miles of Magnificence: South Africa’s Blue Train
“Self-named ‘A window to the soul of South Africa’, the Blue Train encompasses the diverse landscape of South Africa’s arid plains, mountains and townships…”
Two Gentlemen of Verona: When Harry Met Reinhold
In the first part of a special, epic feature, the inveterate itinerant, Harry Chapman, treads the foothills of the South Tyrol in the company of the world’s greatest living mountaineer…
Nature, Red in Tooth & More: Lion Sands
“The small bush plane wobbled and then straightened as it swooped towards the dusty landing strip bordered by knobbly acacia trees languishing in the afternoon sun.”
A Food Writer Goes Cold Turkey
“December is something of a minefield for most Londoners, a month to traverse with care rather than stumble through blindly. I’m afraid to say my minefield was particularly well laid with drinks, parties and lengthy dinners.”
Lethabo Estate, South Africa
“Located on the banks of the Crocodile River, Lethabo offers spectacular views of the surrounding blue Magaliesberg foothills in the Cradle of Humankind…”
Pentillie Castle, Cornwall
Bed and Breakfasts; they ain’t what they used to be. The image of matronly landladies with all the charm and hospitality of a Stalag guard setting nine o’clock curfews is gone…
Swedish Lapland
“Our plane glides through heavy snow, drawing slowly closer to Luleå, Sweden’s second northern-most city. Luleå is a sprawling archipelago of islands that reach out into the freezing waters of the Baltic like wizened, arthritic fingers.”
Saint Valentine and the Kissing Festival
“It was my first time. I had never kissed a nun before…” Kevin Pilley educates his mouth in the Kissing Capital of the World and discovers the origins behind the annual day of love…
The Wellesley Hotel, Knightsbridge
‘You see, my dear, it’s all about the little grey cells,’ I say smugly, tapping my head with a wise forefinger and reaching to twirl my moustache…Nick Hammond arouses his inner Poirot on a visit to Knightsbridge newcomer, The Wellesley.
Snowbusiness: Carnaval de Québec
If you haven’t had slush shoved down the front of your salopettes, been drenched in ice cold water by a passing snowplough or found yourself late-night ice skating with a seven-foot snowman, you haven’t experienced true hypothermic delirium.
The Cary Arms, Devon
Sometimes you visit a place that just speaks to you. It fits you like a glove. Every nuance, every little touch and gesture sounds a chord…