I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that they wouldn’t love to go to Ireland.It seems that brand ‘Ireland’ has a place in all our hearts: some claim Irish ancestry; others claim a spiritual association; yet others just love the Guinness and that wonderful unique Irish sense of humour. Whatever the reason, you must go there one day…Read more
What can I say about Florence that hasn’t been said by countless others over many centuries?
Above all, it is the golden colours of the ancient buildings – merchants’ tower houses, castles, churches, spires, domes, walls that glow in my memory – tones of warm ochres, buttery yellows and deep creams.
It’s not often you forget where you ate your first – and last – roast dormouse. Mine was at a roadside stall in Malawi where I washed the mouse down with a beer called Kuche Kuche which means ‘until dawn’. (If you nibble a scrunchy bit quickly and wash it down even more quickly, you can even persuade yourself that it’s almost palatable, especially as it is delightfully presented, along with the rest of its late family, kebab-style on a peeled stick by a smiling, expectant Malawian.)Read more