Selected articles
Major Munthe's Garden at Southside House, Wimbledon Common
Apart from the odd weakness for wolfhounds, the Munthes have forsworn pedigree strains and generation after generation have sought new friends from those in the condemned cells at Battersea Dogs Home.
Close to home: Suffolk coast
The coast is everywhere, for the five estuary fingers of Suffolk extend deep inland to grip the county like a tenacious claw.
From St Swithun’s tomb to The Old Man of Wilmington: Barnaby Rogerson & author Mary Miers on the South Downs Way
The ‘whole-wayers’ were often alone, male, and possibly over-equipped with maps, carbon-fibre sticks and backpacks.
Muslim Dogs
This is glory for animal-lovers to exalt in, a basic understanding that all creatures are spiritual partners on this earth.
Exhibition review: “Celts: Art and Identity at the National Museum of Scotland”
The Celts have no ethnic or linguistic identity. It is just our collective term for the shared material culture of the Iron Age Europeans living north of the Mediterranean, from the Atlantic to the Danube.
Like Lambs to the Slaughter - Old Roads and New Ways
A drove road was not just for driving rural meat to the urban marketplace, but for thousands of years was part of the seasonal rhythm of the British Isles, as the black cattle moved to the summer pastures in the Highlands and moved back down to the lowlands in the winter.
Dog Days in the capital: My Week
We stumbled upon our most unexpected discovery at the end of a long march through Grovelly Woods on a gloomy, rain-sodden track that the map had enticingly labelled a Roman road.
A Modern Pilgrimage
We stumbled upon our most unexpected discovery at the end of a long march through Grovelly Woods on a gloomy, rain-sodden track that the map had enticingly labelled a Roman road.
Walking the New River
A barbed wire fence stopped me crossing the railway line, the other side of which was the banks of the Lee. We had reached the end.
Rough Journeys: George Bean and Terence Mitford
George Bean was a gentle giant, a somewhat unworldly figure whose towering 6 foot 6 inch frame only seemed to come alive on the golf course and tennis court.
A Goddess Clothed
'By Hercules' he exclaims, 'What slender hips! How delicately moulded the buttocks! How sweetly they smile!'
Houses of Bodrum
One of Sans's first laws is the retention of all existing trees. This immediately integrates the new houses in their landscape, respects the spirit of the place, provides vital summer shade and in springtime bathes the nascent buildings in the odoriferous blossom of mature citrus trees.
The Lycian Shore, the classical sites on the south-western coast of Turkey
When Rose joined me for dinner I was in a flurry of guilty excitement for I believed I had just ordered kestrel stew for two.
Between Goceck and Bodrum: the Southern Shore of Caria
Caunus is a magical site, opposite Dalyan, perched between the mountains and river and half-submerged in reedy marshland.
A double perspective and a lost rivalry: Busbecq and Lorck in Istanbul
The Turkish Letters have remained as fresh, as charming, funny and informative as the day they were first printed.
Shades of Green: An investigation into the Gardening tradition of Turkey
Regimented lines of cedar, palm and imported fruit trees provided shade while porticoed pavilions were placed to catch the aromatic breeze, scented by fragrant shrubs and grasses.
Travelling with Children: Turkey
If this had been England, there would have been frowns, but it was Turkey, a land where smartly dressed businessmen all wanted to pat and kiss the babies just as much as all the stewards and stewardesses did.
Night Train from Stamboul
One door of the station bar opens onto the platform – where the blue sleeper carriages silently await their passengers – while from a lower door you can look directly out over the waters of the Bosphorus.
The Turkish shore
All this meticulous advance preparation is entirely necessary while you are in England but melts away once you are afloat on Turkish waters.
A Short History of Ancient Lycia, the Home of Liberty
To make their honoured guest feel welcome they transported galleys full of the golden sand of Egypt so that Cleopatra would feel at home. It worked, Antony and Cleopatra loved the sandy beach and the temporary escape from their royal cares