The big shot malvern hills

‘The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there’. Those words begin one of my very favourite books, The Go-Between, by LP Hartley and, standing in the main street of Malvern, I couldn

Wandering around Hereford on my first morning in the area, I soon come to realise this is a friendly city. I live in an equally friendly city; a place where, when I leave my house to go to the superma

The Victorians confused these Shropshire hills with the Alps. How? Why? Trail dons its lederhosen, downs a glühwein and reaches for the Stretton Skyline to find out.

It’s the busiest time of year for Britain’s beautiful places. Yet as these locations prove, you can find silence, sensational scenery and space to breathe.

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Our annual summer camp for many of my East Kilbride Scouts in 1977 was a choice between an expensive long distance coach trip to Switzerland or a cheaper and fun district camp at Glentrool, just an ho