“Work the tides … it’s an easterly … what time’s high tide tomorrow … we’re waiting for the boat for St Agnes / Tresco / St Mary’s. ”Read the full story here
Careless talk costs lives. You never know who is sitting next to you, who is listening. For the chilling core of the 20th Century, Second World War to Cold War, St Ermin’s was the cloak-and-dagger hub of international espionage.Read the full story here
In the Bible, the Red Sea parted for the Israelites but there were no such favours for my golf ball. It sank into the warm salty waters of the Red Sea, about a forty-minute transfer south of Hurghada, to join the 1,200 species of fish that inhabit the 1,240-mile long coral reef.Read the full story here
“Celebrate good times,” sang Kool and the Gang as I enter my spacious dual aspect bedroom.
Ornate outsize calligraphy spells out “Celebrate”, crowning the headpiece above my bed. It’s where Lucerne’s remarkable light and Grand Tour elegance coalesce, stylishly blended with a sophisticated hint of pop art.Read the full story here
“My butler … “
There I’ve said it. Growing up in a post-Jeeves-and-Wooster egalitarian world, I never thought that I would utter those words. But Jumeirah’s Dar Al Masyaf, DAM to returning regulars, at Dubai’s Madinat Jumeirah, thrives on personal service.Read the full story here