Safari, so bad …

ANOTHER look at the dashboard clock: 21.06. The plane’s due to leave in under two hours. With the turn-off for the airport within sight, I ease on to the accelerator, suppressing a groan as the cars i

WE have had, by most accounts, an excellent ...

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

Camping. I do understand the attraction. It’s stripped back, simplicity. Out in nature. There’s something romantic about it, I’ll admit. Plus, let’s face it, it’s cheap as chips. But shower blocks and

More women than ever are deciding to choose their own adventures and enjoy the freedom of travelling alone. Three writers explain why it’s their favourite way to escape

Moments enjoyed, lessons learned, handy advice, weird stuff that happened: welcome to the little bits and pieces that don’t make big stories, but do make all the difference.