I never meant to spend the night in Dilijan. I’d been making my way through northern Armenia towards the capital… Read the rest →

Early morning on the plains of Kenya, and we’ve wandered into a massacre. Predators swarm forwards. Their prey scatters, directionless… Read the rest →

Somewhere in the interplanetary void between Mars and Jupiter, around 111 million miles away, there floats a bruising rocky lump… Read the rest →

Once upon a time, a family took a walk along the Norfolk coast. They had children with them, and the… Read the rest →

The smell in the air is of pastries, tobacco smoke and Metro tunnels. It’s a spring afternoon in the French… Read the rest →

The barman at Fiere Margriet places a bottle of strong, dark ale in front of me. “Gouden Carolus,” he says…. Read the rest →

In the foyer of the National Oceanography Centre in Southampton, England, stands a ship’s painted figurehead. It towers well above… Read the rest →

Luxury travel is subjective. At 9.57 on a cold Tuesday morning, a two-carriage train rolls into Porthmadog. Its seats are… Read the rest →

In summer, it starts as a shallow furrow in the grass. Not yet a stream, much less a river, its… Read the rest →

Dozens of grey seals are out in the cold Yorkshire sunshine, lolling fat and placid on the foreshore. Waves pound… Read the rest →

“I started walking these hills when I was seven, collecting wild honey with my father,” says Habib, our guide. We’re… Read the rest →

It’s 11pm in the capital. London’s Euston Station isn’t high on allure at any time of day, but it’s fair… Read the rest →

On my fifth day of walking, somewhere among the drooping boughs of the primeval pine woods, I lose my binoculars…. Read the rest →

The views from Kosovo’s highest peak are incredible. Or so I’m told, anyway. It’s a tricky thing to confirm in… Read the rest →

On paper, the crossing to the Isle of Mull is a simple journey – a 45-minute car ferry from Oban,… Read the rest →

They do a mighty fine goulash in the Dog & Gun, using a recipe that’s been bringing in hikers for… Read the rest →

They didn’t give me a bike lock. I was about to embark on a five-day cycling tour from one end… Read the rest →

A musician pulled up a chair just before midnight. She uncased her fiddle, toe-tapped the pub flagstones to find the… Read the rest →

Devon: a dreamy land of cream teas, quiet coves and murder in cold blood. It’s not a slogan you can… Read the rest →

Little Salmon Bay was all mine until the visitor with the claws arrived. The crab on the rock was as… Read the rest →

For the eighth night in a row, the great llama in the sky appears high above the Central Andes. Every… Read the rest →

Bull elephants don’t do light breakfasts. Long before we saw the enthusiastic diner we heard the enthusiastic dining; Osman Suluman… Read the rest →

In a quiet clearing in the woods of Brocéliande, two large burial stones stand upright under a holly tree. A… Read the rest →