Back to my roots

YOU’LL need a lanyard and ID,” the man said with a warm smile. “Visit Petra on the third floor. She does HR basics.” Nicole smiled at the man, thankful for the help. She had a job at last, working for

WHAT A TRULY charming coincidence! As we celebrate 140 years of The Lady, Tom Parker Bowles has obligingly produced a book of royal recipes (with anecdotes) covering much the same timespan. Like The L

Green shoots, sweet treats, blossom, brunches and big walks – it’s time to celebrate the arrival of spring

I was enjoying a stroll down the side of the River Avon in the direction of the village of Woodgreen on the edge of the New Forest on the Wiltshire-Hampshire border. We had a long period of dry weathe

MRS Sefton, my dear, we are moving,” Lord Denning Sefton announced to his wife. “We are?” she asked. “To where, my love?” “It seems that my great-uncle has left me a property in Derbyshire: Marchdale

Reading the city sounds like something a psychogeographer might do, but in a sense we all do it whenever we move around, on foot or on wheels: route, encounter, diversion, disruption. That shop’s re-o