Travel Writing Library

The sun had shone all day yesterday, a perfect day on the New Zealand coast. Today however was dull and raining; I could have been back home in an English winter.

Happily, we boarded a British Air flight to Moscow on a Thursday afternoon. After the successful completion of a business trip to London, my husband and I were headed for a reunion with our son Wes and his Russian wife...

I was a stranger in a strange land so it seemed right to visit the two women in a Haitian prison. I spoke their language and the friend I was visiting on holiday told me they might be innocent.

I don’t know what we were thinking. Starting our summer holiday camping with two toddler girls was craziness itself. Throwing in a pregnant, hormonal thirty year old was madness.

Ok, so when I was an innocent University Fresher unused to clubbing and the general alcohol induced merriment associated with University, I endured what I still consider to this day to be both my worst...

What if the worst journey of your life ironically became the most memorable one? What if that one journey that makes you cross your fingers every time you remember is the same journey that makes you wish to experience...

My finger is deep inside my right sock when I spot Him. Furtively glimpsing over the headrest in front of me, I spy the dark uniformed figure holding out an imperious palm to halt the bus.

Sitting next to this stranger - wandering what to say next, or should I say anything at all? What was wrong with me? Why did I marry this man?

There have been many epic journeys: Columbus’ voyage to the New World, Moses’ pilgrimage out of Egypt, Armstrong’s moon landing. Few were as nerve-wracking, time-consuming or rain-soaked as our trip to Corfu...

I’ve travelled some trying journeys in my time, a rickety 13-hour train from Shanghai to Beijing with only a toilet-hole straight onto the tracks, a mental prickly-skinned 36-hour plane ride home from New Zealand...