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Coed Felenrhyd
My first visit to the temperate rainforest of Coed Felenrhyd in North Wales was in early autumn. Entering the ancient site was to walk into a cathedral, a multi-layered, multi-faceted…
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Where Light in Darkness Lies by Veronica della Dora
I love lighthouses, although I'm not sure why is something I could place my finger on but I find something 'otherworldly' about them, representing the edge of our world, standing…
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A Moroccan Trilogy: Rabat, Marrakesh and Fez by Jerome and Jean Tharaud
I'd been wanting to read A Moroccan Trilogy: Rabat, Marrakesh and Fez by Jerome and Jean Tharaud for quite a while, Morocco is not a country I know very much…
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Crossed Off the Map: Travels in Bolivia by Shafik Meghji
An almost certainly apocryphal story about Queen Victoria’s defacement of a map of South America which gives the superb Crossed Off the Map: Travels in Bolivia its title. According to the legend…
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Shalimar: A Story of Place & Migration by Davina Quinlivan
I wasn't sure what to expect with Shalimar: A Story of Place & Migration, the wonderful debut novel from author Davina Quinlivan. I've read a fair bit on areas such as…
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The Best British Travel Writing of the 21st Century
The Best British Travel Writing of the 21st Century delivers what it promises and more. Like so many other recent publications it has its genesis in the Covid crisis. At…
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Riding Jane Crow by Miriam Thaggert
Everyone loves a good train story. Not only do they merge the limitless feeling of traveling by locomotive with the very real anxieties that can pervade a closed cabin, but they…
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Bittersweet: reflections on ‘home’
Do you want to go home?’ my partner asks. By ‘home’ she doesn’t mean heading back to the house after a trip out, as we are already there, sitting on…
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Finding The Mother Tree by Suzanne Simard
The Yucatan jungle is on either side of the road as I finish reading Finding the Mother Tree. Throughout my four-hour journey through the Mexican south, I’ve been idly looking…
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A Winter Walk Around St Ives
My eyes lighted on something dark, in the distance, on the beach. Coming closer, I saw it was a dead porpoise. Mouth frozen in a smile, skin radiating a silvery…