WRITING a book, it seems, is the easy part (hint: it isn’t easy at all).
What follows in comparison involves multi-skilling of the highest order (my wife would dispute utterly my ability to do this in any shape or form) a high tolerance for late nights followed by early mornings, a good suitcase and a whole gander bag full of smiles and, signatures, handshakes and bonhomie.
My new book is born.Read more
Baking in mid-thirties degree heat, showering in refreshingly-iced glasses of Aperol Spritz.
This is a magnificent short-hop, long weekend destination, with it’s 2,000 year old Roman Arena, multitude of bars and Trattorias, stunning riverside views, boutique shops, antique stores, churches, palazzos and, well, Italian class.
Despite the heat, we pounded the streets of this small city from top to bottom, easily manageable for the averagely fit explorer. And we fell in love with the place.
The grand, sweeping avenues are lined with regular refreshment stops. And it seemed that locals and visitors alike drink little more than the aforementioned, day-glow Aperol. It’s an acquired, bitter but refreshing Summer drink with a shot of the alcoholic liqueur of its name, a splash of Cava fizz, topped up with soda water and served in a tall wine tulip with lots of ice. Magnificent.Read more