In the flower-filled garden at the front of the house we take our places on wooden benches beside a wooden table as Mata and Mihaela’s son, Marcos, brings plate after plate of aromatic, succulent, orgasmic, organic goodness and places them before us. […]
Birthplace of the Swiss Confederation, home to 60,000 inhabitants and host to around 5 million visitors a year, Lucerne’s easy blend of cosmopolitan present and historic past makes it a brilliant city break destination. […]
Without hesitation, a small, round parcel of chestnut leaves tied with raffia was placed in our hands and we were told to give it just the gentlest of squeezes. The sides yielded effortlessly with a squidgy promise of runny insides. […]
Through emerald meadows awash with gentians, anemones and alpine roses grazed by white faced cattle, the train climbs before the landscape disappears, firstly into clouds and then into blackness as it enters the bodies of the Eiger and The Mönch. […]
From the moment you step over the threshold you’re made to feel like an honoured guest and a family friend at a particularly well staffed country mansion. And you don’t have to be a golfer to enjoy its charms. […]
Passionate about the land, the grapes, the flora and fauna that make up her patch of Heaven on earth, Anne’s enthusiasm for what she and Françoise are trying to do here is contagious. […]
I am a figure on a Monet canvas, my world exists at the whim of the Master’s brush. To my left lie the water lilies, their violet and sapphire hues flooding the room as the walls, floor and ceiling rush in a tide of brush strokes and crescendo to the sound of Debussy’s Clair de Lune. […]
The pungent odour of mushrooms is intoxicating, it’s enough to make you want to tear your clothes off and roll naked in damp moss… […]
In winter the slopes of the 3000 metre peaks are thick with snow providing ski and snowboarding pistes. In summer the valley opens up for spectacular walks around the peaks and down the gorge following the Núria River. […]
His powerful limbs lie, as if in slumber; his noble head, framed by its magnificent mane, lies upon his front paw and in his face is hewn the pain and sorrow of defeat as he exhumes his final breath. Alone. […]
“The dangers of Alpine travel may be divided into two classes, the real and the imaginary, and in the retrospect it was found that ours all belonged to the latter.”
Miss Jemima’s Journal 1863 […]
The Mare bottle is calling my name, haunting me all the way home.
I cannot believe that I seriously considered paying €38 for a bottle of gin. I blame it on the Pyrenees. […]
The food at the Schwarenbach isn’t gourmet; the décor isn’t casual chic or boho brash; the menu isn’t molecular and the wine isn’t vintage. But the welcome is as warm as your local on a winter’s weekend night… […]
There are over 22,000 sq miles of Croatia to explore, including its host of islands that pepper the coast all the way from Istria to Dubrovnik. If you want to see as much of it as you can, a car may be your best option. […]
We counted about eleven pre-dawn risers, the expressions on our faces mercifully veiled in the thick fog that enveloped us, rendering each other and our surroundings almost invisible. Only the eerie tinkle of cow bells emanating from behind the wall of bone-chilling mist convinced us that, beyond where we huddled, peaks and valleys lay, their ‘mighty panorama’ cloaked beyond any hope of visibility. […]
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