I always secretly wanted to be Julie Andrews. Leading children merrily across Alpine pastures, with songs to fix every dilemma, and Christopher Plummer hanging on my every note. So, walking in the Alps in late May, (albeit French, not Austrian), with my husband and two sons, the snow-capped peaks glistening in the distance, and Edelweiss-covered meadows underfoot, I was, at last, given the chance to become a veritable Von Trapp.
Continue reading “Climb every Mountain”Itinerance Trekking: the French do responsible tourism so well
I have always had a bit of an inferiority complex when it comes to the French. I lived there for almost three years as a student, and looked on in awe at the women with their perfect skin, toned muscles, and their ‘born to wear tight jeans’ bottoms. I tried very hard to keep up but I didn’t ski, couldn’t talk philosophy and didn’t know an aperitif from a digestif. Years later they still manage to seduce me, which is why I am not surprised when it’s a small family-run French company running walking holidays in France which wins my personal Palme d’Or for all things ethical in travel this year.
Continue reading “Itinerance Trekking: the French do responsible tourism so well”Making tracks along Tarka’s green and tranquil trail
They always say you should never go back to the same place twice on holiday. But the Yarde Orchard Bunkhouse on the Tarka Cycle Trail in North Devon won my heart so much, I have bunked up there twice since Easter. Read more about cycling and accommodation on the Tarka Trail.
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