A glorious weekend in London nestled between a holiday to Wales and returning to work at the start of September. We fell back in love with our city and it was the best way to prevent post-holiday blues.
In July I walked with a friend for three days from hut to hut in the Dolomites. We found an enchanting land of wild flower meadows, rock gardens, marmots and cows with bells and had the most wonderful adventure.
Patricia Highsmith’s compelling novel about a talented young architect who meets a stranger on a train and becomes embroiled in a nightmare of deceit, depression and murder.
Join me on a monthly walk where we will discover the atmospheric streets and gentle parks that sit behind the relentlessly fast-paced facade of this magnificent global city.
An account of my second year of swimming in the Kenwood Ladies’ Pond on Hampstead Heath as well as my swims in ponds, rivers and the sea all around Britain.
Early in June we spent a wonderful weekend at Hotel Tresanton in the little fishing village of St Mawes in Cornwall and became smitten with this gorgeous part of the world.