I’m delighted that my first proper book, a travel narrative about the Chilterns — a blend of travel, history, politics and nature — will be published next spring by Bradt . After a peripatetic early childhood our family settled in a Chiltern commuter village on the borders of Buckinghamshire and Hertfordshire. Although aged eighteen I couldn’t wait to leave, I have recently rediscovered the quiet allure of the hills and dells of my youth. I may have left long ago, but the Chilterns still matter to me.
More to follow in due course…
Ivinghoe Beacon seen from The Ridgeway.
As one of TIME’s regular travel contributors I was asked to write a small piece on a well-kept travel secret. I suggested a few of the more exotic and remote places I’d been, including Wahiba Sands in Oman, Bardsey Island in North Wales and Ta Cenc in Gozo. But the idea they liked best was one closer to home: a quirky cricket ground on the lawns of a country house picturesquely set in the Howardian Hills in North Yorkshire. Scroll to the third one down in the article to read it.
Hovingham Hall, North Yorkshire, with a cricket match on the lawn