Herefordshire beacon

‘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

Jim Perrin conjures more Eryri magic, folding time on a lesser-known scramble to Wales’ highest peak

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.

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.

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

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.