“Before the olives, the mountains were covered with grapes”, says Rafa Martín, “This is what our grandparents did. We want to restore the mountains to the way they were when our grandparents worked them and to make the wine that was here before.” […]
Mad, bad and dangerous to know. That’s what I thought about Glasgow growing up ‘doon the water’ in Rothesay. It always felt as though there was an undercurrent of violence simmering just beneath the surface… […]
Wandering through Glasgow I’d come across a replica of Dr Who’s Tardis. Arriving at the little spa town of Strathpeffer, I wondered if I’d accidentally stepped inside the iconic time machine… […]
There is beauty in the beast. It might not always be obvious but it is there in the twinkling neon reflections in an oil stained puddle at the kerb or in the soot blackened red bricks of old industrial factories whose… […]
It’s half past midnight in Benidorm and it’s hot and sticky as I stand front of stage where Catpeople have just started their set. The post-punk, Indie revival band are greeted with rapturous applause from the crowds as they turn in a polished and tight performance that sets the bar high for the impressive line-up to come. […]
Ferran Adriá approaches the chef in front of me. He inserts the tip of a pair of tweezers into what looks like a miniature uncooked egg with a pea instead of yolk. He tastes it, says something to the chef and smiles. I feel relieved on the chef’s behalf. […]
“We should go,” says Maria, “It’s 10.30pm and it will take us half an hour to walk there.”
We mix G&Ts and vodka and Red Bulls for the journey and set off from the Benidorm Plaza Hotel to walk to the Sports City Guillermo Amor. […]
The windows of Benidorm Town Hall have the names of every citizen resident in the town at the time the building was constructed, etched into the glass. […]
“Where’s the castle?” asked the woman as she arrived, breathless, at the top of the turret of Alcozaiba – the iconic bell tower of the Castell de Guadalest.
“It’s not here. There are just some more steps and then nothing,” replied her husband.
And they’re not alone. All around us I can hear people asking how and where they get into the castle. […]
The vision of 33 feet of woman/mermaid/siren glistening and twinkling in the sun like a disco mirror-ball in human form overlooking the A80 in Cumbernauld, Scotland nearly had me choking on my haggis pie. […]
Cuisine and nightlife in Oviedo in Asturias tend to reflect the character of the city – hearty, lively and generous…very, very generous. As tourism is mainly of the Spanish variety, there are no tourist traps as such, just plenty of honest, down to earth eateries and sidrerías […]
We’d recommend that you grab a map from the tourist office and just set off exploring the old town of Oviedo. There’s hardly a street that doesn’t have something of interest. But if we had to pick out our favourite spots, this is what they’d be. […]
“That’s the Gran Hotel Bali and it’s the tallest building in Spain”, grins my taxi driver as we speed towards the mini Manhattan skyline on the horizon. […]
It’s strange the nonsense that can pop into your head, but the first reaction my brain had to the vision of the ruddy volcanic cone rising above a strip of pale golden sand was to play Bali Ha’i from musical South Pacific. […]
As long as I’ve known Manchester, the Northern Quarter was home to an eclectic mix of fashion designers, quirky shops and great bars – Band in the Wall was a particular favourite… […]
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