If you’re embarking on a family holiday down under and can’t face a full 24-hours in the air, a layover – or better still a slightly longer stopover – makes good sense. The likelihood is that your flight is stopping en route anyway to refuel and resupply so why notContinue Reading

The front of the Jack Russell Inn, Faccombe

You would be forgiven for doubting your sat-nav on the approach to the Jack Russell Inn in Faccombe. Driving through the trees, the green canopy pierced here and there by shafts of sunlight, it feels as though you’re driving into the depths of a forest, and should be leaving breadcrumbsContinue Reading

Carlton’s recent travels in North America, a sojourn that included cycling and wild camping in some of the most remote parts of Canada, left him feeling surprisingly sanguine about the dangers posed by bears. My pre-travel preparation consisted mostly of making sure that my passport was in date, that myContinue Reading

I’m quite sure there is an unwritten law that states: when spending any amount of time in Canada you must, at some point, stay – if even for just one night – in a log cabin by a lake, preferably with a log burning stove and a plentiful supply ofContinue Reading

I climbed all four hundred and forty-six 2,000ft mountains in England and Wales in just six months – the fastest-ever time. Solo and unsupported, I walked over 1,000 miles, ascended five times the height of Everest and slept wild under the stars over 25 times. And I did it allContinue Reading

Goodwood is synonymous with horse racing, historic motorsport and a summertime motoring festival but does its reputation for exclusivity and privilege extend beyond its flagship events?  Looking for a birthday weekend away with his wife, Stewart Longhurst decided to find out. If you’re seeking weekend destinations steeped in automotive culture,Continue Reading

When family and friends discovered that I was due to travel to Belgium and Germany relying solely on public transport – predominantly rail – they could hardly contain their mirth. “You’ll be bored witless” (I’ve edited slightly), came one response. “Why would you use trains when the flight is lessContinue Reading

I spent many of my childhood summer holidays with my grandparents in their house on the Dorset/Wiltshire border, so I was very happy to accept an invitation to stay in the Limestone Hotel in Lulworth Cove; a weekend there would give me a chance to explore a part of theContinue Reading