I’m lured by luxury travel, luscious food and wine, and lazing around in the spa. So I was thrilled to discover all of the above – and more – when I went to explore Cognac.

What is the difference between cognac and brandy? Do you know? For those who don’t (and I didn’t before I went), all cognac is brandy, but not all brandy is cognac. Only brandy from the Cognac region is called cognac. And it has to follow a distinct set of distillation and ageing processes.

I was in Cognac to learn about cognac and visit the distilleries. Moving around the region, all the big names jump out at you from every winding road through the vineyards: Martell, Rémy Martin, Courvoisier, Hennessy… but there are loads of smaller independent producers too. The region supports both – those vineyards not big enough to make their own cognac sell their grapes to the big houses.

Cognac Vineyards, Petite Champagne, Charente-Maritime

Employment and the economy in the area is hugely driven by the industry – that and tourism. In 2024, there were over 4,400 winegrowers, 120 professional distillers and 270 merchants operating within the Cognac area. And many of the Cognac houses are still family-owned.

Many – probably most – offer some kind of tour and tasting experience. I was lucky enough to visit (in order) Chateau Montifaud, Hennessy, Delamain, and Rémy Martin. They’re all hugely different, with each visit offering a completely unique experience.

Visiting Cognac

The Cognac region is about halfway down France on the lefthand side. The closest airports are Bordeaux and La Rochelle, but you can reach the area by train and road. I’d recommend hiring a car as it’s a rural region.

Arriving into Bordeaux after a very quick hop and a skip from Gatwick (it’s less than two hours in the air), I was very pleased to see that we were immediately headed for lunch. If there’s one thing – of many things – the French do extremely well, it’s lunch. And I was not disappointed.

Lunch at Restaurant Cave La Quincaillerie

Weaving our way into one of those tiny little restaurants you might easily pass, on an ancient street flanked with shuttered houses, we headed upstairs at Restaurant Cave La Quincaillerie for their set lunch. This little cave of joy is in the Michelin Guide, and deservedly so. An hour or so later, I was happily stuffed with melty goat’s cheese on toast, slow cooked pork with pommes puree, and a greedy plate of cheese from the trolley, all washed down with a bottle of excellent Sancerre.

What a way to kick off the trip. Rubbing my fat tummy, I climbed back into the charabanc for our next stop, Chateau Montifaud.

Chateau Montifaud is a family-owned house that has been with the family Vallet for six generations, notching up more than 150 years of experience. We had a lovely tour, bumbling around the distillery learning about the processes. Nice touch with this tour was having a cocktail shaker handed to us at the start, and with each stage of the tour, a new ingredient added, relative to the information of the moment, resulting in a good shaking at the end of the tour, and a lovely cognac-based cocktail to quaff.

Chateau Montifaud

Where I stayed

After such a good lunch, and more than a little sampling of cognacs at Montifaud, I was pleased to arrive at our hotel, and even more pleased when I saw my absolutely stunning room.

Hotel Chais Monnet & Spa is a gorgeous five-star property right in the heart of Cognac. Sprawling across a wide area, the house used to be a distillery, and the hotel buildings are all comprised of the former cellars, cooperage, ageing halls (chais) etc. The conversion has been beautifully handled, and the property is rich with the tapestry of its history. It has a relaxing spa area complete with inside/outside pool, and several spaces in which to eat and drink in luxury. It’s also a perfect base from which to explore the Cognac region.

My fabulous room at Hotel Chais Monnet Hotel & Spa

After a bit of very welcome down time to digest and unpack, we were treated to an absolutely majestic tasting menu at the hotel’s Michelin starred restaurant, Les Foudres. Course after course came out, delivered with theatrical aplomb, interspersed with amuse-bouches and palette cleansers, and every course paired with a beautiful wine. It was a masterclass in quality and delivery, and it very nearly had me beaten.

Up the next morning and still feeling full…

I launched a rather pathetic attack at some coffee and a skirmish with an egg before we hit the road to visit Maison Hennessy. And what a wild trip this was. I had expected to view the cellars, try some cognacs, hear some history, and we did have all that. What I wasn’t expecting was a fantastic mind-bending virtual reality trip through the Hennessy journey with full AR headsets on, a boat ride over the river to the Hennessy cellars, and a chance to visit the cooperage and watch an apprentice cooper make a barrel from scratch.

An excellent morning at Hennessy

Hennessy is one of the few houses left that have a cooperage on site. And the mathematical and physical balance it takes to make a cask without glue, bind it all together with metal hoops, heat it and bend it to fit, and get the lid on with all its groovy grooves… my little mind was blown. Yours truly, being the sort that gets stuck in, even had a go on the ratchety machine thing that draws the slats together. This was a bit of a once-in-a-lifetime kind of morning – I will forever be able to say that there are glasses of H-dawg circulating that has been laid in a barrel I helped make.

After all this activity, we had a tasting – got to love quaffing Hennessy XO at 10am – and we finished up, sitting in the Hennessy café, eating cognac and raisin ice cream. And this brings me to an important point.

The French aren’t fussy about how you drink your cognac

The French take their food and drink pretty seriously, as we all know. So what I hadn’t expected was to find that absolutely no one is precious about how to drink cognac. They’re happy to adulterate it with water, mixers, ice… There was almost no balloon swirling or pontificating.

The most popular way for the locals to drink it – if they drink it at all, mostly it’s exported – is as a long drink with tonic water and ice. And this is nicer than it sounds. There are all sorts of cocktail variations using cognac. My favourite was a margarita with the tequila swapped out.

Back to the hotel for lunch in their La Distillerie restaurant, and conscious of making such a poor fist of breakfast, I went large on lunch. I felt it my duty to ensure that I tested out their skills. So, appetite sharpened by Hennessy intake, I had canapes, a melange of salmon things, and duck that was so fresh it nearly flew away off my plate.

Lunch at La Distillerie

After a necessary post-prandial forty winks, we were back at the hotel’s excellent bar, the 1838, for a cocktail masterclass. Remember when I said the French weren’t prissy about the cognac? Well, here was more proof, pun intended. Using the local fire water, we made cognac Sidecars, Negronis, and Margaritas. Then got a fantastic tour of the bar, including all the secret back bar areas.

Making (and drinking) cognac cocktails in 1838 Bar

Then into the hotel’s minibus for a short trip to Poulpette, a tiny gem of a restaurant tucked away in Cognac village. Another restaurant that you can find in the Michelin Guide, one of those absolute treasures that has a small but perfectly formed menu. I loved that they had no traditional wine list but all the wines you could order lined up on a shelf, with the price handwritten on the bottle. Like browsing a grapey library, you could have a good nose before choosing.

The restaurant is small enough to feel like you’re having a dinner party with friends. And once I’d shovelled in homemade tarama, a slab of foie gras with a giant oyster mushroom in a citron bouillon, line-caught cod with chorizo and veggies, and (ye gods) a selection of ices – chocolat, marron, saki, sesame – I could barely even breathe. What a way to go though. Have you seen La Grande Bouffe?!

Dinner at Poulpette

Day three

Today kicked off with a trip to the spa at around 11am for a massage and some relaxing time kicking around in the pool. What a cracking way to start the day, and a really good massage too. Having worked up an appetite, er, lazing around in the jacuzzi, we had another utterly dreamy lunch at the hotel’s La Distillerie restaurant, before walking the short distance from the hotel to Rémy Martin.

Rather than visiting a vineyard this time, we were in the Remy historic house and boutique in the centre of Cognac itself. And this was a very slick, almost clinical look at Remy, its history, its artwork, and ultimately a chance to taste its cognac. Paired with dark chocolate truffles, my favourite was the XO (obviously I have expensive tastes). This tour was again completely different to both Chateau Montifaud and Hennessy, and I appreciated that. If all the tours had been the same, it would have felt less special, and less interesting.

Learning history (and tasting cognac) at Rémy Martin

In the early evening we embarked on an extraordinary trip into the countryside, firstly via Maison Delamain, who had laid on a beautiful ‘candle’ lit tasting with oysters and heavenly meaty snacks. It’s a real privilege to see the old distilleries like this, and I urge anyone visiting the area to get to a few different houses. The rich history of Delamain is matched only by the quality of its cognac. Even I was beginning to develop something of a palette for it by this stage.

L-C Chateau Delamain private tasting in the cellars, and R tasting pineau and watching the show at Cognaço Musica

On from Delamain to Distillerie Pinard Frères, in Jarnac, not for a tasting this time, per se, but for a singularly unique theatrical performance, Cognaço Musica. An immersive experience combining music, theatre and (yay) tastings of both pineau (the grape-must drink that’s kind of the stage before cognac), and cognac itself. Although I had very little idea what was going on, it was hugely entertaining. And it’s part of a wider cultural celebration that takes place each autumn, the Ban de la Distillation. It’s a two-day festival of the cultural heritage of the Cognac region, celebrating producers, makers and visitors through tastings, talks and experiences.

Our final port of call was for dinner this evening was Restaurant du Chateau a Jarnac – one of those quintessentially French restaurants that do literally everything properly. And I didn’t even have to think about the arduous task of ordering dinner – they’d laid on a special menu for us: a cognac/bubbles cocktail, fish soup, salmon fillet with creamy risotto, and cognac cake with pears and ice cream. Thank you, and good night.

Dinner at Restaurant du Chateau a Jarnac

Why go to Cognac?

Like much of France, this is a region that really shines when it comes to food and drink. But it’s a particular pilgrimage for those who really want to dig into cognac. The area is understandably saturated with it, literally and figuratively. I had an absolute whale of a time learning about the processes at the various houses we visited, as well as drinking a lot of cognac and eating a lot of stunning food.

It is always a real treat to eat at the little restaurants that you know are always tucked away in ancient French villages but not always easy to find. So if you head to the area, take my advice and try all of the eateries I went to. Also try the cognac and tonic – it works better than you’d expect, I promise.

Everything we ate and drank was faultless, although I did gain about half a stone in the space of about four days, but it was well worth it. And base yourself at the Hotel Chais Monnet and Spa for a real treat. Frankly, I never wanted to leave.

DETAILS

Explore Cognac www.explore-cognac.com
Hotel Chais Monnet Hotel & Spa
Restaurant Cave La Quincaillerie
Chateau Montifaud
Maison Hennessy
Poulpette
Rémy Martin
Chateau Delamain
Ban de la Distillation
Restaurant du Chateau a Jarnac

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It’s early December and I’m realising that, although the sun is shining, perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to wear a short-sleeved summer dress on this particular expedition. One of the group lends me a thin scarf which keeps the chill off my chest and neck, but the slightly biting wind still whips about my goosebumped bare arms.

The guide and locals are in winter mode ready for our trek – puffa jackets, snoods and woolly hats – so I’m sticking out like a sore thumb. But I just tell myself the 12-degree breeze is positively bracing, and that a bit of air to the bottom never did anyone any harm before proceeding to hike up the steep slope to the Acropolis.

Yes you read that right – the Acropolis in Sicily…

Founded as a Greek colony in 580 BC, ancient Akragas (now Agrigento) rose to become one of the Mediterranean’s wealthiest city-states. Its Doric temples – seven in total, built between 510 BC and 430 BC – symbolise its golden age under tyrants like Theron, who commemorated victories like the 480 BC Battle of Himera against the Carthaginians.

Designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1997, the 1,300-hectare park remains Europe’s largest archaeological site, where tales of Carthaginian sieges in 406 BC left scorch marks on temple walls, still visible today.

We visit four ancient monuments, each more inspiring than the last

First comes the Temple of Heracles, the oldest on the site, built in the late 6th century BC and now reduced to eight columns after an earthquake. Then there is the vast Temple of Olympian Zeus, begun in 480 BC, once more than 110 metres long and famed for its colossal telamons standing up to 7.5 metres tall.

The tour then takes in the instantly recognisable Temple of Castor and Pollux, marked by four columns reconstructed in the 19th century, before ending at the Temple of Concordia. Built in the 5th century BC and later converted into a church in the 6th century AD, it is the best preserved of them all, its survival owed to that later life.

We also got to admire the metal sculpture of a fallen Icarus, a new addition to the site by artist Igor Mitoraj. The Polish sculptor’s monumental 2011 bronze installation hugs a 1000-year-old olive tree, its gnarled trunk a living relic from the site’s medieval olive groves, symbolising Sicily’s enduring agricultural heritage since Phoenician times.

Our guide Luigi tells us there’ll be an exam at the end of the tour but, fortunately, he’s just messing with us. What actually waits at the culmination of the trek is something far more pleasant.

Time to roll up our sleeves…

Deep within an oasis of cacti and palm trees was a beautiful cooking school and restaurant. In the kitchen area, we’re introduced to the chef and watch reverentially as she tosses dough in flour, pats the resulting pizza bases into shape, and deftly arranges a few toppings. Olives, tomato passata, spinach and cheese, before she tosses the pizzas into the fiery oven. Then it’s our turn.

One of the group gets a bit over-enthusiastic and piles his toppings way too high, causing a near-disaster in the oven. The pizza catches fire and, as the chef tries to rescue it, it collapses and has to be tossed into the embers! Despite me not being the greatest of cooks, I’m relieved my creation emerges in one piece. Within a minute or so, the sizzling results are shovelled out onto wooden boards, ready for consumption.

My pizza, even though I say so myself, is not only easy on the eye (I got a bit arty) but is also absolutely delicious with all the same toppings but arranged differently. After wolfing down our creations in the restaurant, we’re presented with a vegetarian smorgasbord of delight: pasta with lentils, roasted potato wedges and cubed pumpkin, followed by a dessert of almond tart and Sicilian orange mousse. And lashings of local vino of course.

Too stuffed to walk back, we thankfully get a lift from the lovely Adler hotel/spa driver Adriano, who tells us that in a past life he was a session musician touring with the likes of Emeli Sandé. That’s a whole another story.

In a single five-day winter’s trip to Sicily, I saw so much

I was privileged to stay in the capital Palermo at a beautiful private residence/palazzo – the Palazzo Pantelleria, run by the charming and accommodating Francesco Cazzaniga, nephew of the owner. And I also got to attend a talk by author Francesca Campioli on her book – A Parigi Con Stile – about fashion designer Coco Chanel.

I visited the local marina and ate the most delicious ice-cream I’ve ever tasted; I had salted caramel and dark chocolate and Francesco had mango and prickly pear. Our choices were chalk and cheese. That was after the breakfast of local croissants, fresh fruit and coffee that Francesco had kindly prepared for me. Needless to say, eyes bigger than belly, I couldn’t finish the ice-cream.

Back at the palazzo, l had a wander around the property

Housed in the 14th-century fortified outpost, built in the late 1300s and later owned by the Spanish Requesens family under Charles V, the palazzo was rescued from ruin in 2002 by Francesco’s collector uncle Massimo Cazzaniga. Cazzaniga transformed it over two decades into an 11,000-square-foot home museum of Baroque frescoes, Venetian tiles and eclectic antiques from global ports.

In the backstreets behind the Palazzo Pantelleria, on our walk to the marina, Francesco told me about the days of the Spanish Inquisition, when prisoners were executed outside the nearby Palazzo Chiaramonte Steri – the 14th-century Gothic stronghold turned Inquisition tribunal from 1604 to 1782. Legend says the local executioner had to scurry, hooded and incognito, through the narrow alleyways, hoping he wasn’t spotted or recognised by locals who disapproved of his actions and choice of career.

Under Spanish Habsburg rule from 1479, the Holy Office targeted Jews, Muslims and “heretics” in Sicily’s diverse melting pot, leading to mass expulsions in 1492 and brutal interrogations in Steri’s graffiti-scarred cells, where desperate prisoners etched poems in Sicilian, Latin and Arabic-Judaic, invoking Dante’s Inferno amid tortures like the rack and waterboarding.

I didn’t think a night at the Palazzo Pantelleria could be surpassed

But then the taxi arrived ferried me to the heavenly Adler Spa Resort Sicilia two hours away from the capital. I say ‘heavenly’ because this stunningly-designed eco-spa is perfect in every way. When I wasn’t pinching myself awake from the blissful dream I thought I was having, I did actually feel like I’d died and gone to heaven.

On a hillside overlooking the Agrigento coast in Siculiana, sitting alongside the Torre Salsa Nature Reserve, this eco-luxe retreat, built with humidity-regulating Sicilian clay walls and volcanic rock cladding, offers thalasso pools, Pilates sessions and farm-to-table Sicilian fare in a serene Mediterranean paradise.

The highlights of my five-day trip most definitely included the pizza-making in the Valley of Temples, but then there was the wine-tasting at the Donnafugata winery – where the Rallo family’s 170-year legacy, revived in 1983 by Giacomo and Gabriella, yields acclaimed vintages like the passito Ben Ryé from UNESCO – protected Pantelleria vines; the swimming in the heated infinity pool at the Adler Spa resort; the one-night stay at the Bella Palermo and that overall feeling of living in the most beautiful dream. I can’t imagine I’ll ever again feel such pleasure in such a short period of time.

December travel info:

Jacqui travelled with Ryanair from Stansted to Palermo airport, return flight £130. She stayed at Travelodge Stansted prior to the flight.

She enjoyed her one-night stopover in Palermo at the Palazzo Pantelleria residence. Contact Francesco Cazzaniga at info@labellapalermo.com  for more details and check out the website

The wine-tasting and Valley of Temples excursions were arranged via the Adler Spa Resort Sicilia.

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The Dolomites rise like jagged cathedrals from the South Tyrolean landscape, their blindingly white faces scarred by a forever of wind, frost and snow. So, remind me again why I’ve decided to go winter trekking here?!

Designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2009, these mountains, part of the Southern Limestone Alps, are not just a picture-perfect backdrop for a pretty holiday snap. They’re a living part of the once-Austrian landscape, exhaling mist at dawn, inhaling the shadows at dusk.

In winter, they don a mantle of snow that transforms them into a vast expanse of whiteness, where every ridge has a story to tell. One of the peaks – the Sassolungo – which I saw as a giant upright foot, rocky toes pointing skywards, was shockingly steep. Yet I’d heard that many locals had climbed it.

The beauty of the mountains and the icy air was a literally breathtaking combination. It was against this awe-inspiring canvas that I embarked on a 14km guided hike. My trepidation was somewhat tempered by the promise of discovery…  and the reassuring presence of our leader, Lara Holzknecht.

The Sassolungo or Langkofel on the left is the highest mountain of the Langkofel Group in the Dolomites. Sasso piatto or Plattkofel is the flat mountain on the right. Photo Michiel Ronde

Lara, the sales and marketing manager at the Adler Spa Resort Dolomiti (where I was staying for three nights) was six months pregnant, yet strode ahead with effortless grace. “Hiking is everyday stuff for me,” she told me with a smile, her cheeks flushed.

Her words calmed my anxiety. Two years earlier, I had shattered both ankles on the rocky slopes of Comino, Malta’s diminutive sister island. The awful memories of surgery, leg casts and six months in a wheelchair still lingered. A troublesome sacro-iliac joint didn’t help. But, I reasoned, if a pregnant Lara, fearless and brave (though, it has to be said, a couple of decades younger), could do it, then so could I!

My bragging rights fell short…

When I sent friends and family back home live videos and photos of the day’s snowy excursion, a few said “Oh, you’re skiing!” and “Amazing! I didn’t know you could ski!” The truth of the matter is I cannot ski. I attempted it for the first time aged 56 and it was a disaster: poles flailing, legs rigid, ego bruised on the nursery slopes. A Kurt Cobain lookalike called Hubert was my instructor and he despaired daily at my uselessness: I could barely walk in the skis let alone actually ski. “At least I’m trying,” I whined daily. Hubert was not impressed.

After my previous disastrous experiences on the slopes, I wondered now, as we exited the car at the foot of the mountains, how I was going to fare. I didn’t even have a reconstructed ankle back then. I suppose this time I had an excuse, I thought pathetically.

Our group was mixed, but all women, each bringing their own quirks to the trail. There was a woman a bit younger than me, who confided that she too bore the scars of ankle reconstruction – metal plates, pins and wires anchoring her bones – though she mentioned it far less obsessively than I did mine.

A teenager, raised amid the sun-baked hills of Cyprus gazed wide-eyed at the vast expanse of snow. “I haven’t seen snow since I was a little child!” she exclaimed. “I’m so going to make a snow angel!”

A California girl, new to winter’s whims, discovered that snow could be treacherously slippery. Another spirited young woman instigated an impromptu snowball fight. Then there was the professional photographer, laden with cameras, lenses and tripods. How she hauled that hefty load up the slopes without collapsing under the weight of it all, I’ll never know.

We set off from the Adler Spa Resort Dolomiti…

This is a luxurious haven embedded in the heart of the Val Gardena, and had been my glorious home in the mountains. This five-star retreat, with its expansive 170 rooms, is a calming blend of Alpine elegance, relaxation and wellness. The deliciously-scented spa – just a small part of the whole resort – spans 3,500 square metres, boasting indoor and outdoor pools heated to a blissful 34°C and separated by sliding doors (yes, sliding doors actually IN the pool), saunas infused with pine essence, and treatment rooms where therapists wield ancient Tyrolean techniques.

My own indulgence the previous day – a deep-tissue massage targeting back, neck and shoulders – had been transformative. Hannah, the massage therapist, hands like forged steel wrapped in silk, had kneaded away years of tension from my lower back, leaving me supple yet fragile, as if my muscles had been reset but not yet road-tested. Little did I know the hike would provide the ultimate trial.

The dark path wound gently at first, skirting the base of the Dolomites with the mountains commanding every vista. The Sassolungo group loomed to our left, its 3,181-metre peak a serrated blade against the cobalt sky, while the Sella massif formed a colossal amphitheatre, its cliffs plunging into shadowed abysses.

Sunlight danced on the surface, turning the landscape into a glittering expanse that begged to be captured. I used my iPhone to take photos, wishing I had a ‘proper’ camera, whilst thinking what I’d really like to have brought with me was an easel, a palette, a few brushes and some paints. I decided I’d take pictures on my phone camera with a view to doing a painted version once home: whether that’ll ever happen is yet to be seen.

For much of the route, we followed a well-trodden track

The snow compacted into a forgiving ridged ribbon that crunched satisfyingly underfoot. Lara led with unerring confidence, pointing out landmarks: the tiny hamlet of Ortisei below, its onion-domed church a speck in the valley; the distant gleam of the Alpe di Siusi, Europe’s largest high-altitude meadow, now blanketed in white. The air was pine-scented and bitingly pure. I tried to imagine the vista in the summer with animals grazing and cowbells tinkling. I promised to look up some images online when we returned to the hotel. Conversation flowed as we walked: it was only towards the end that I realised trekking was twice as tiring when chattering. But as the kilometres accumulated, a companionable silence descended, broken only by the rhythmic pad-squeak pad-squeak of our steps.

Towards our journey’s end, the worn trail ended and we started to traipse through virgin snow, untouched drifts that rose to mid-calf. The Dolomites still loomed majestically, still gleaming but darker now, more sombre.

Our destination, the Adler Lodge Alpe, where we’d been promised lunch, appeared as a distant smudge on the horizon. It refused to draw nearer. In fact, the more we walked, the further away it seemed to get! My mind wandered to sinister tales: I remembered reading the book Alive!, the harrowing account of the Uruguayan rugby team’s Andean plane crash ordeal, where mountains stretched endlessly, sustenance scarce, survival descending into the unthinkable. Why was I thinking about that now? “I hope we don’t get stranded and have to eat each other,” I blurted out, my voice carrying on the wind. Fortunately, I don’t think anyone heard.

And then lunch at the lodge

My back aching from the therapist’s thorough pummelling and my legs unaccustomed to such exertion since scaling Machu Picchu 18 months prior, I lagged somewhat on the final stretch. A short, cobbled incline led to the lodge. “Hooray! We made it!” I gasped, lungs burning. “Bit breathless now though.”

“That’ll be the altitude,” offered my metal-ankled companion, her stride unbroken.

“Oh, it’s not because I’m really unfit then?” I laughed, relief flooding in.

“Not at all,” she replied kindly. “We’ve just trekked seven kilometres across quite tricky terrain. You did really well.”

Seconds later we were walking through the front entrance to the exquisitely-designed lodge.

In the foyer we were instantly too hot. Tearing off our outer layers, we adjusted to the warmth of the lodge’s interior. Lara showed no hint of weariness, she and her unborn child seemingly unfazed by the expedition. Her poise was inspiring; I sensed she had conquered far sterner paths in these mountains she called home. In fact, she’d told me earlier that she’d climbed the foot-shaped peak as a young girl, with her uncle.

At the Adler Lodge Alpe, a cosier sibling to the main resort with just 32 rooms, we were welcomed warmly by the manager. The lodge, built entirely from local materials – larch, oak and pine – pays homage to Namibia, inspired by the original owners’ travels.

Abstract artwork and sculptures evoke African savannahs, contrasting exquisitely with the Alpine setting. Colourful zigzagging patterns on some of the wooden walls contrast with the simplicity of the others. We were given a brief tour: spacious suites and chalets with private saunas overlooking the cirque of peaks; a cosy lounge where fireplaces crackle with applewood; and the restaurant, its panoramic windows framing the Dolomites in all their glory.

So what did we eat?

At a long table on the terrace extending from the restaurant, as a local accordionist filled the air with lilting Tyrolean melodies, we savoured a feast of regional delights. Platters overflowing with speck and salami from local farms. Artisanal cheeses aged in mountain cellars, venison tagliatelle in a rich juniper sauce, and mushroom pappardelle redolent of forest floors. Dessert was Kaiserschmarrn – fluffy shredded pancakes dusted with icing sugar and accompanied by tart redcurrant compote – accompanied by a deliciously golden and syrupy dessert wine (Roen, from local winery Cantina Tramin).

As the sun dipped behind the peaks, painting the snow lavender and rose, I reflected on the day’s conquest. The Dolomites had tested me, yes. Ankles, back and resolve all pushed to their limits. But they had also healed something deeper. Fear of fragility, born from past mishaps, dissolved in the crunch of snow and the camaraderie of new friends.

In the shadow of the Dolomites, these timeless and permanent giants, I emerged stronger, ready for whatever peaks (and troughs) lay ahead. The Adler Spa Resort Dolomiti and its lodge had not just hosted me, they had reignited my wanderlust. I will return, metal ankle and all, to paint those vistas for real.

Details of the trip

Jacqui was hosted by the Adler Spa Resort Dolomiti, where the trek was arranged. She lunched at the Adler Hotel Alpe. www.adler-resorts.com
Flights from London Gatwick to Verona with easyJet starting from around £100 return, Easyjet.com
Roen wine from Cantina Tramin

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Looking to get away from the madness this year? Suddenly realised you’d rather be somewhere gorgeous for the silly season? It’s not too late to look at getting away from it all – so where are the best places to go for Christmas and New Year? We’ve rounded up a few that we like the look of…

Lewa Wildlife Conservancy, Kenya

For those of us happy to trade away the British grey, there’s sunshine, safaris and stunning star-filled skies waiting in Kenya.

Imagine spending Christmas day on an incredible wildlife spotting safari, with zebra, elephants and rhino basking in the beautiful wilderness around you. You could ride out on horseback for an exciting Christmas adventure, or take a scenic flight to take in the sights from a new angle.

Visitors can also enjoy local cuisine and culture, gorgeous temperatures averaging 24-28°C, and clear views of an incredible starlit sky.

Special things going on over Christmas

Lewa Wildlife Conservancy have just opened their new Private Wilderness where groups of up to 10 guests can enjoy a more secluded wilderness experience.

There are 10 cabins, each with an ensuite bathroom, as well as a shared private chef and tour guide.

Where to stay

If you want to stay somewhere that’s right in the heart of the wilderness, Lewa Wildlife Conservancy is the place to be. They’ve got 64,000 acres of stunning wilderness to explore, incredible safaris, bush breakfasts and the Private Wilderness available. There’s even a visit from Santa on camelback for a bit of family friendly Christmas fun, as well as crab fishing and pony rides.

Costs

December rates at Lewa Wildlife Conservancy start from approximately £988 per person per night, and from approximately £8,406 per night for Private Wilderness (based on a minimum of 6 people).

Stargazing in Tenerife

It’s not just about the warmer climes. Tenerife is the perfect Christmas destination for astronomy enthusiasts and casual stargazers alike. And there’s the Geminids meteor shower set to peak on the 13th-14th December, meaning now is the ideal time to make some exciting new Christmas memories.

With high altitudes, minimal light pollution and crisp winter air, Tenerife is one of the best places to stargaze in the world. So why not spend an unforgettable Christmas getting lost in endless starlight?

Special things going on over Christmas

Spring Hotels is offering Atlántico Excursions’ Night Skies Tenerife tours, where visitors can use powerful telescopes and lasers to experience the night sky like never before. Each tour is accompanied by multilingual astronomy guides, and has options for dinner, hotel pick-up and self-driving tours.

Where to stay

Spring Hotels boasts multiple outdoor pools, fitness facilities, restaurants, bars and a spa all within its grounds. And beyond the hotel grounds, guests can enjoy gorgeous beaches and local attractions all along the southern coast.

For stargazers, the hotel is only an hour’s drive from Teide National Park, an excellent spot to watch the upcoming meteor shower.

Travel & costs

Flights from London to Tenerife are available throughout winter. For a 7-night stay, including flights from London Heathrow, a Double Standard room on a Half Board basis, starts from £1,566 per couple.

Northern Lights, ICEHOTEL and sledding in Swedish Lapland

If you’re looking for more of a magical, snow-filled Christmas experience, Swedish Lapland has all that and more. Between serene snow-covered forests, frozen archipelagos and stunning snow-capped mountains, there is no shortage of festive magic.

Spend the season enjoying reindeer rides, sled dog explorations and snowmobile excursions all beneath the alluring Northern Lights. Or just enjoy a bit of peace amidst the holiday hubbub, taking in the endless skies and serenity of Sweden.

Where to stay

For a truly unforgettable Christmas, the ICEHOTEL in Jukkasjärvi offers an experience like no other. Everything, whether that be the bed you sleep in or the glass in your hand, is expertly carved from pure ice. Winter doesn’t get more magical than sleeping in your very own ice palace!

Or if you book before December 16th, you can experience Sunvil’s seven-night Winter Delights in Swedish Lapland holiday, with costs starting at £2,030 per person for a sharing couple, including return flights from London Heathrow.

Adults only in Mauritius

Shandrani Beachcomber, Mauritius

Hoping to escape the gloomy grey of a British winter? Why not spend the season sunbathing on the beautiful sandy shores of Mauritius?

Mauritius is home to gorgeous beaches, warm weather and sunlit skies that are sure to brighten up the festive season. Explore the beautiful Blue Bay Lagoon, or just take some well-earned rest by the beach, looking out over the stunning Indian Ocean.

Where to stay

Shandrani Beachcomber is situated on the stunning south-east coast of Mauritius, overlooking the Blue Bay Lagoon. With freshly redesigned rooms, spa, sauna, beauty parlour, hair salon and pool, there’s no shortage of self-care and relaxation.

For couples, the “Shandrani for Two” adults-only experience is a fab way to have a romantic Christmas getaway. The new exclusive adults-only wing features 69 rooms with private beach access, beachfront bar and dining area.

Beach view from a bay view room at Shandrani Beachcomber

Travel & Costs

You can fly to Mauritius from London Gatwick with Air Mauritius. Return flights are around £600, and nightly rates at Shandrani Beachcomber start from £219 for 2 sharing adults on a half board basis.

And right now, Shandrani Beachcomber has a Christmas special offer, with a 35% discount on accommodation, including meal plan, for stays booked before 26th December 2025.

Winter sports in the Austrian Alps

Serfaus-Fiss-Ladis, Austrian Tyrol

If you’re looking to stay active during the festive months, the Austrian alps make for an unforgettable snow sports holiday. And it’s not just skiing and snowboarding – there’s tobogganing, winter hiking, paragliding, and even zip-wires to really get the adrenaline pumping.

Special things going on over Christmas

Spend your winter evenings at Serfaus-Fiss-Ladis’ incredible adventure nights. They’ve got spectacular evening ski shows with lights, music and fireworks, as well as regular live music, cultural events, and more.

Where to stay

Schlosshotel Fiss is a five-star, mostly all-inclusive luxury hotel in the heart of the Austrian Alps. Alcohol is charged separately, but it does offer breakfast, lunch and dinner as part of the room rate.

It boasts not only an exciting range of snow sports and activities, but also 5000m2 of wellness and spa facilities, including a Finnish panorama sauna and a 250m2 panorama pool with incredible views to take in as you swim.

After a long day of activities (or just chilling by the pool), you can treat yourself to phenomenal food and drink awarded a Michelin Star for dining, as well as Michelin Key hospitality.

For families, there’s a wide range of family friendly activities available, including a newly re-designed Kids Club. There are daily supervised activities for both kids and teens ranging from glitter tattoos to archery to pizza making.

Costs

Nightly rates are from roughly €526 per room (1-3 nights) and €472 per room (4+ nights).

Lake Como, Italy

Italy is a classic holiday destination famous for its amazing cuisine and gorgeous sights. And for those of us hoping for a more sophisticated Christmas, it’s absolutely the place to be.

At Hilton Lake Como’s Terrazza 241, you can find a culinary experience like no other, specially curated for the Christmas season. Enjoy an elegant dining experience featuring unique flavour pairings, bespoke cocktails, and gorgeous panoramic views.

There are also endless opportunities for relaxation and rejuvenation beside the elegant Lake Como through hydrotherapy, saunas and more. Experience their floating meditation bath, with warm mineral-rich waters that will ease any lingering festive tension and allow you to end the year with a deep sense of peace.

Special things going on over Christmas

Terrazza 241 has its special Christmas Tasting Menu throughout December. It captures the essence of the holidays through a carefully curated à la carte menu that celebrates seasonal ingredients. Each meal is accompanied by the gorgeous views of Como, as well as soft music and warm lights.

Where to stay

Hilton Lake Como is available all holiday season, with wheelchair accessible rooms available as well as family friendly activities. They have a heated rooftop swimming pool open all year round with breathtaking views of Lake Como, as well as lakeside views from your balcony.

Infinity pool at Hilton Lake Como

Costs

At Hilton Lake Como, nightly rates start at €350 per night based on double occupancy with breakfast included.

Biosphere and Starlight reserve La Palma, Canary Islands

La Palma in the Canary Islands is the perfect place to find warmth and sunshine in the winter months.

Looking for something chilled and back-to-naturey? Located in the north-west of the Canary Islands, La Palma is a Biosphere and Starlight Reserve tucked away from regular tourist spots. The island’s black sand beaches are not only beautiful but uncrowded, letting you enjoy the season in peace.

And beyond the beaches, you’ll find cobbled streets rich with authentic Canarian culture – none of the touristy stuff. Not to mention the gorgeous architecture, beautiful vineyards, and incredible cuisine, all in sunny 20-25°C weather.

Special things going on over Christmas

Christmas lights in La Palma

During the festive season, La Palma has family friendly festivities of music and traditional carols filling the streets. And the party keeps going through to New Year, with local volcanic wines and traditional Canarian cuisine, each rich in both flavour and culture.

Best way to get here

There are weekly flights from London to La Palma Airport, including direct flights.

Ummahat Island, Saudi Arabia

Nujuma, a Ritz-Carlton Reserve, Ummahat Island, Saudi Arabia.

Hoping to spend the season somewhere warm, beautiful and, most importantly, quiet? Ummahat Island in Saudi Arabia offers just that, giving its guests the opportunity to really slow down and embrace the rhythm of the Red Sea.

With gorgeous untouched reefs, an expansive night sky of stars and the sea itself stretching endlessly beyond, Ummahat Island is a stunningly peaceful spot to spend the holidays.

You can spend the season planting mangroves at the resort’s conservation centre, or gazing into one of the world’s clearest skies with a resident astronomer.

Special things going on over Christmas

Nujuma, a Ritz-Carlton Reserve offers a range of signature festive events, including Saudi coffee-making, a starlit New Year’s Eve gala, bonfire gatherings and lunar flow yoga.

Ummahat Island, Saudi Arabia

Where to stay

Nujuma, a Ritz-Carlton Reserve is right in the heart of a secluded archipelago, surrounded by uncharted reefs and panoramic views. It offers a range of exciting seasonal events, as well as its very own Neyrah Spa, offering transformative wellness experiences inspired by the stars and the Arabian Peninsula itself.

The resort has four restaurants to choose from, each offering a range of global cuisines for a unique dining experience, whether you wish to enjoy traditional dishes, seafood or even a French-style patisserie.

Travel & costs

You can get a direct flight from the UK, or international flights to the Red Sea International Airport with an additional transfer by speedboat or seaplane.

Rates at Nujuma, a Ritz-Carlton Reserve start from £2,388 per person per night.

Christmas markets, family time, and Finnish food in Helsinki

Helsinki offers more of a traditional Christmas feel reframed within the gorgeous capital of Finland. You can spend the season exploring beautiful Christmas markets, sampling the local Finnish food scene and enjoying local art festivals.

Whether you’re exploring the many sights of the city or basking in the beauty of the Baltic Sea, there is plenty of beauty, culture and festive spirit to be found.

Special things going on over Christmas

For an extravagant Christmas lunch, you can enjoy restaurants like Nokka, Svenska Klubben or Strindberg, as well as traditional glögi and gingerbread in local Christmas markets and cafes. And don’t forget Finland’s most famous pastime, the sauna. There are loads of saunas to warm your body in whilst you’re there!

A highlight of the season is Lucia Day on 13 December, when Helsinki crowns its own Lucia to bring light into the darkest time of the year. The Finnish Lucia tradition dates back to the 1950s and remains one of the most cherished symbols of hope and brightness in the Nordic winter.

The celebration of light continues into the new year with Lux Helsinki (4–8 January 2026), a spectacular light art festival that illuminates landmarks, parks and hidden corners across the city. Showcasing both Finnish and international artists, Lux Helsinki brings creative brilliance to the darkest time of year and offers a stunning finale to the festive season.

Where to stay

Marski by Scandic offers its guests a range of facilities including saunas, a gym, and an art gallery featuring local artists. It also has its own bar, Marski Bar, with a DJ playing every Friday and Saturday night. For some more Christmassy fun, there’s tree decorating, gingerbread icing and sparkling Christmas drinks available at the bar.

Marski is pet friendly (at an additional cost) and family friendly, with children under 12 able to stay free and receive a welcome drink as a member benefit.

There’s also the Hilton Helsinki Kalastajatorppa, which offers a huge range of activities for the whole family, including sauna sessions, a special Christmas Land and Elf Trail just for children, candlelight concert, visits from Father Christmas and loads more. They have a dedicated Christmas page with full details.

Getting there

There are several flights from UK to Helsinki. Guests can take the Airport train to the city centre and/or a tram to their destinations.

Costs

A classic double room at Marski by Scandic starts at €152 per night.

South Ari Atoll, Maldives

OUTRIGGER Maldives Maafushivaru Resort, South Ari Atoll, Maldives

Why not spend the festive season away from thick coats and busy high streets, and instead immerse yourself in sun, sand and sea?

For those looking to relax this winter, South Ari Atoll is home to calming beaches, exclusive resorts and rich Maldivian culture to really immerse yourself in. Or for the adventurous, it’s also one of the best places in the world to encounter whale sharks! The winter is the best time to travel to this destination, where you’re guaranteed plenty of luxurious beachside action.

Where to stay

OUTRIGGER Maldives Maafushivaru Resort is situated on a private island, offering absolute peace and tranquillity during your stay. Enjoy culinary masterclasses, slow atmospheric evenings, cinema under the stars and palms, and even brand-new aerial yoga.

The resort is family friendly, with kids 12 and under able to stay and dine for free. There are also Family Beach Villas for up to five guests, and a Treehouse Kids Retreat offering daily activities and adventures for kids.

Travel & costs

Flying to the Maldives from the UK usually involves a stopover in a Middle Eastern hub (like Dubai, Doha, Abu Dhabi) or Colombo, taking 12+ hours from the UK, though direct flights (10-11 hrs) are available from London (LHR) with British Airways and Virgin Atlantic to Velana International Airport (MLE) in Malé. From there you can reach the resort via a short scenic seaplane trip.

OUTRIGGER is currently running their annual Cyber Sale for up to 50% off and a range of bonus inclusions. Prices currently start at £850 per night, or from £5,699 per person for 7 nights half board in an Over Water Villa, including flights departing Heathrow.

Passenger Assistance

Need a bit of help with booking or travel? We found this app and feel it’s worth knowing about. Passenger Assistance is an accessibility app developed by Transreport designed to help make festive journeys smoother for disabled users and those who find the organisation of travelling tough.

Travellers can request support directly from train operators, making sure their journey is all confirmed and planned in advance. It also makes booking assistance quicker, more flexible and intuitive. It streamlines the process and helps ensure rail travel remains accessible for everyone, even during the busy Christmas period.

You can find the Passenger Assistance app here.

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We are often inclined to believe that travelling in comfort means travelling in privacy and isolation. But in actual fact, taking into condition modern tourism, that’s not always the case. Sometimes it’s the last choice you should make. Why? Let us explain…

Logistics as an art

When planning a route of 200 kilometres, we, as experienced travellers, firstly seek predictability. Chaos is for beginners; we prefer to know exactly when we will arrive at the right spot. That’s why the query transporte de santo domingo a punta cana horario becomes a key stage in planning when travelling in the Dominican Republic. After all, GetTransfer offers not just transportation but a clear structure for your day. Modern buses and shuttles run on a schedule that allows you to flexibly plan connections with flights or hotel check-ins. It is obvious that group transfer has a number of undeniable advantages over driving on your own in a foreign country:

• Professionalism of drivers. Behind the wheel are local pros who know every bump, every turn, and the specifics of the local driving style, which guarantees your safety;
• Panoramic view. The high seating of the bus opens up stunning views of the sugar plantations and the Caribbean coastline that are just not visible from the window of a low-set sedan;
• Economic efficiency. The money saved on car rental and insurance is much nicer to spend on dinner in a good restaurant or spa treatments.

In such a transfer of buses, you can have a chance to ride in circumstances that are entirely opposite to what minibuses of the city provide. These are big rooms that are air-conditioned where you can stretch your legs, release your seat, and just relax. Besides, it is an opportunity to meet like-minded people, as in most cases an interesting conversation begins between strangers on such travels who, just like you, decided to pursue a reasonable approach to travelling.

Safety and peace of mind are the priorities

For the older generations, safety has long ceased to be an empty sound because we know that roads in the tropics can be unpredictable, and delegating responsibility to a professional carrier is a sign of wisdom. On the bus, you are protected by the massive body of the vehicle and the driver’s experience, and you do not need to watch the navigator, worry about a missed turn, or where to find a gas station. The only thing you need to take care of is following the simple rules of a “smart tourist”:

1. Arrive early. Get to the boarding point some 15-20 minutes in advance to load your luggage comfortably and choose a comfortable seat;
2. Prepare entertainment. Even though the view outside the window is great, having headphones with your favorite music or an e-book will make the journey even shorter;
3. Keep a light sweater handy. Air conditioning systems in tropical buses often run at full power, and a light sweater may come in very handy.

Modern buses pass tough technical inspections. These aren’t those “chicken buses” from the adventure novels of the ’90s. This is equipment fitted out with everything necessary for a long trip. So you can read a book, listen to podcasts, or even sleep, being confident that you’ll be delivered precisely to your destination.

Essentially, it’s the only rational choice

Finally, the choice of transport is a matter of priorities. You can waste your nerves on rental and navigation, or trust a well-established system. Bus transportation between Santo Domingo and Punta Cana today is a civilized, comfortable, and reliable way to see the country. Thus, giving priority to group transfer means choosing not just the way of moving around but the opportunity to start your vacation the very moment you sit down in a soft seat, leaving all your worries behind the bus doors.

Isn’t that the whole point?!

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Milestone birthdays have a way of sneaking up on us. Fairly soon I’ll be embracing my big five-oh. And while my fortieth was all about Ibiza with an extended crew of friends, a huge party, and a ‘recovery’ trip back to Spain, I can’t quite imagine repeating that level of, er, admin for the next decade marker.

These days, what calls me isn’t deep house and dancing until dawn, but something that makes me feel special. And something that will help me celebrate how far I’ve come.  This does all need to come with a side of style, and barefoot luxury.

Malliouhana in Anguilla, pics by Emmie Blower

I had my answer the moment I stepped into the lobby of Malliouhana in Anguilla. The mirrored mosaic floor flickered like liquid silver, reflecting the turquoise sea just beyond. Pastel walls, ‘70s black-and-white photography, and Moorish arches framed the Caribbean in the most effortlessly chic way. It was luxurious without being loud, exclusive without being pretentious, and I knew instantly: this is the kind of place where milestone birthdays should be marked.

Meads Bay

Meads Bay, Anguilla

If you’re considering the Caribbean for a bucket-list trip, Anguilla should be top of the list. Meads Bay in Anguilla has been voted among the world’s best beaches, by USA Today and Travel + Leisure, and the entire island of Anguilla has also received numerous accolades for its pristine shores.

As soon as I set foot on Meads Bay, the sand was impossibly soft and bright white, and the glare was so strong it took a moment to adjust.  The water is glassy, aquamarine perfection, clearer than anywhere I’ve ever swum. It’s not an exaggeration to say that this beach doesn’t just top the awards lists, it alters your brain chemistry.

It sounds incredibly privileged to say but Antigua feels a little faded in comparison

Anguilla is blissfully unspoilt. There are no fast-food chains, no casinos, no cruise ships, and no noisy jet skis. The island has no heavy industry and as such, its beauty is protected. This is an island for those who want exclusive, unhurried, Caribbean paradise.

Anguilla is a little off the radar, and that’s the exact reason why A-listers have made it their go-to for years.  Oprah Winfrey, Justin Bieber, Sandra Bullock, and Robert De Niro all have homes here, and it’s not unusual to spot them at the island’s legendary Elvis’ Beach Bar. A ramshackle bar built out of an old boat, Elvis’ feels like a museum of good times and core holiday memories.

A playground for the sea-lovers

One fantasy I’ve long flirted with for my fiftieth is chartering a yacht. Anguilla, with its calm bays and impossibly blue water, is the perfect place for this. Watching glamorous couples being whisked away from Crocus Bay to their catamaran reminded me that this is indeed a millionaire’s playground, and that’s really what I should be aspiring to for my glam half-century.

Anguilla is already on the radar for serious yachters, and with a new marina and upgraded airport terminal underway – funded, interestingly enough, by revenue from its highly sought-after .ai internet domain – this slice of paradise will become even more accessible from 2026.

By luck or design the ai domain that’s native to Anguilla has generated millions for the island as artificial intelligence companies have paid to own the domains.  Forward thinking or sheer good luck? Who knows. But the island has now got a major income stream and they are spending it wisely on improving the accessibility.

A feast from the sea

For me, milestone celebrations must involve food, and seafood is my true passion. Anguilla does not disappoint. Imagine lobster so big that you don’t need sides, crayfish grilled over charcoal until the shell blackens and the flesh inside becomes smoky-sweet, and red snapper served fresh from the boat. Many of the island’s chefs are Michelin-trained, having traded the intensity of yacht kitchens for island life. Which means the standard of dining is consistently extraordinary.

At Mango’s Seafood Restaurant you can find giant, beautifully seasoned lobster portions. For something more refined, Sand Bar is a chic spot for small plates with international flair, cocktails, and live music at sunset.  It is fair to say I did not have one bad meal on the island which is another box ticked for my celebrations.

Where to stay

The island is small but packed with extraordinary places to stay. Malliouhana remains an icon, with its contemporary Caribbean chic. Zemi Beach House on Shoal Bay East combines modern design with a Thai-style spa housed in a centuries-old sugar mill, perfect for slow, indulgent days. For a more boutique feel, Frangipani Beach Resort offers just 19 rooms, making it feel like you’ve been invited into someone’s elegant island home.

Zemi Beach House, ©Thierry Dehove Photography

Getting there

From the UK, the most straightforward route is via St Maarten, with British Airways and Virgin Atlantic offering direct flights from London to Princess Juliana International Airport. From there, it’s a 25-minute ferry or short charter flight to Anguilla. Alternatively, fly direct to Antigua and connect via a short regional hop. The journey might be slightly longer than to other Caribbean islands, but trust me, it’s worth every mile.

Does Anguilla make the cut?

For my fiftieth birthday celebrations, I want world class beaches. I want to eat lobster until I can’t move. I want to jump off boats into turquoise waters and I want to feel both grown-up yet relaxed.

Ibiza was perfect for my fortieth. But Anguilla with its stunning hotels, jaw dropping views, friendly locals and exclusive energy I think has made it high on the list for the big five-oh.

FACT BOX

Anguilla Tourist Board

For more information on Anguilla, please visit www.ivisitanguilla.com.

Zemi Beach House

Prices to stay at Zemi Beach House start from US$600 per room, per night, plus taxes, service charge and a reef recovery fee at an additional 27%.

• At the Thai House Spa, the price of the ‘5 Elements Massage’ is $170, plus taxes & service, for 50 minutes and $240, plus taxes & service, for 80 minutes.
• The price of the lobster BBQ evening is $75, plus taxes & service, per person.

Frangipani Beach Resort

www.frangipaniresort.com

Prices to stay at Frangipani Beach Resort start from US$385 per night for single or double occupancy, plus tax and service at an additional 23%.

• The price for the FrangiCat II trip is $100 per person for a full day. Rum punch, beer, wine, sodas, water, towels, snorkel gear, music, stories, dancing are all included! FrangiCat II makes a lunch stop at one of the island’s beach restaurants, which the guest covers.

Trans Anguilla Airways

www.transanguilla.com

Trans Anguilla Airways provides scheduled flights between Antigua (ANU) and Anguilla (AXA), among other routes. The flight costs for ANU – AXA range from US$400 – $550 per person, for a return journey.

How to get to Anguilla

From the UK, you can fly from UK regional airports first to Paris or Amsterdam, and then connect to a flight to the neighbouring island of St Maarten’s Princess Juliana International Airport. From St Maarten, it’s a 25-minute ferry or short charter flight to Anguilla.

Alternatively, fly direct to Antigua with British Airways or Virgin Atlantic and reach Anguilla via a short regional flight. The journey might be slightly longer than to other Caribbean islands, but trust me, it’s worth every mile.

Blanchards Beach Shack, Anguilla

Restaurants/bars:

• Madeariman: madeariman.restaurant
• Rendezvous by Tasty’s Beach Club: instagram.com/rendezvoustastysbeachclub
• Blanchards Beach Shack: https://blanchardsrestaurant.com/blanchards-beach-shack-anguilla-restaurants
• Mango’s Seaside Grill: https://mangosseasidegrill.com
• Da’Vida Beach Club: https://davidabeachclub.com
• SandBar: https://sandbar-anguilla.com
• Elvis’ Beach Bar: elvisbeachbar.com

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We’ve got an exclusive first read from her latest book, where you can dive in and get a chilling preview, only on Silver Magazine. Step into a country house dressed for Christmas, cosy on the surface but with secrets underneath…

Nick, an investigative journalist, has taken shelter at remote Yorkshire hotel Mistletoe Manor during a blizzard. To pass the time, he and his fellow guests have agreed to a game of Secret Santa, wrapping items they’ve found in the hotel, and gifting them to one another. And twenty-something PR woman Violet has just unwrapped the Christmas tree star…

* * * * *

One of the star’s points isn’t gold. It’s a dull crimson, as though it’s been dipped in paint. But as they stare, it becomes clear that it’s not paint at all.

‘That’s . . . is it . . .?’ Lorraine manages, and Violet turns the star round to examine, immediately dropping it as it smears her hand.

‘Oh my God!’ She holds her hand away from her body in horror. ‘Is this a joke? Does someone here think this is funny?’

David is on his feet, shepherding Emily from the room. ‘What? What is it, Daddy?’ she asks, craning her neck to see.

‘I think I heard mewing. We need to find Jingle. Come on . . .’ David urges her away.

Nick wonders if he’ll be the same kind of dad to Cara – alert, kind, protective. He hopes so.

In the drawing room, there’s uproar. Branson is shouting, ‘What the hell kind of gift is that?’

Violet looks as though she’s about to pass out, and Alan has his arm around a shuddering Lorraine. ‘Can’t stand the sight of blood,’ he mouths.

‘My goodness,’ says Matilda to Nick. ‘Someone’s got a peculiar sense of humour.’

Alan reaches to pick up the fallen star.

‘Don’t,’ says Nick. ‘Fingerprints.’

The others stare at him, aghast, and Violet gives a strange, high giggle.

‘You think this is a crime?’ she demands. ‘Come on! It’s just a horrible joke.’

But Nick is looking at Branson. The handsome older man is pale, his forehead is clammy, and he’s gazing fixedly at the stairs.

‘If none of us is injured . . .’ he says. ‘Penny.’

Donal extends a hand to Branson. ‘Give me your room key.’

‘I don’t . . .’ Branson pats his pockets. ‘I musta left it up there.’

‘I’ve got mine,’ says Donal, patting his pocket. He runs to the hall then takes the stairs two at a time. Nick follows, with Branson and Alan. The others gather in the hall.

‘Would you like a hug?’ Destiny asks Lorraine, and she nods tearfully. The two women cling together as Matilda and Violet stand rigid and fearful by the drooping Christmas tree.

There was no star on its top branch yesterday, Nick realises, but there’s no time to think about what that means. Donal has drawn to a halt by a panelled door in the corridor on the other side of the stairs from Nick’s room. He knocks, tentatively.

‘Hello? Mrs Mitchell?’ There is silence behind the door.

‘Could be she’s put her earplugs in and gone back to sleep,’ says Branson. ‘She sleeps like the dead with those things.’

Nick glances at him, and the older man’s bravado drains away. Branson closes his eyes, bracing himself.

‘Go on,’ Nick tells Donal. ‘Or do you want me to do it?’

He pictures Penelope sitting up, still half asleep, shocked at the intrusion. Donal shakes his head. He fits the key into the lock and turns it, pushing the door open. The room is dark, the shutters closed, but the vanity light shining from the bathroom illuminates a human shape in the double bed.

‘Penny!’ Branson shouts. ‘Wake up, honey!’

She doesn’t stir.

Nick moves towards the bed. ‘Let me check,’ he says. He’s thinking about the time he did a first aid course, that if Penelope’s really hurt, he knows how to make a tourniquet, he can staunch the blood, he can . . .

Donal folds back the shutters and grey light spills into the room. Now, the men can see that Penny is lying on her back. Her left arm is flung out as if in greeting, her right hand a claw on the pillow. Her eyes are open, her mouth a rictus of fear – and in her neck there’s a wound so deep, Nick involuntarily turns away, but not before he sees the blood soaking into the pillow, the spatters across the bedspread. She has clearly been dead for several hours.

‘Branson, Alan, out of the room,’ he says urgently. ‘Don’t come any closer, go and find David right now. We need a doctor.’

‘She’s my wife!’ storms Branson. ‘I need to see what’s . . .’

He steps nearer and sees the damp red pillow, the spray of arterial blood.

‘Oh God, no,’ he whispers. He collapses against the wall. ‘Penny, no.’

‘Come on, mate,’ Alan half lifts him and pulls him from the room.

A woman’s voice floats from below. ‘What’s happening? Is she OK?’

Nick takes charge. ‘Donal, could you go and break the news to the others, please? Alan, can you ask someone to look after Branson downstairs, then find David, and I’ll stay with the bo—with Penelope.’

Donal nods as he heads for the door, and Nick feels profoundly grateful for the young man’s swift grasp of the situation.

‘We need to try and find a way to call the police,’ Nick adds. The scene is surreal: the old-fashioned bedroom, the red blood, the falling snow. He should be at the office near Blackfriars Bridge right now, eating a festive Tesco meal deal, typing up his notes, thinking about last-minute presents for Harriet.

‘I’ll ask everyone to try their phones again,’ says Donal. ‘The landline’s dead, and the Wi-Fi seems to be out.’

‘Yes, it wasn’t working last night when I arrived,’ says Nick. ‘Could you maybe have a look at the box, just to make sure a wire hasn’t come loose?’

‘Sure,’ says Donal, already on his way out. ‘But I think it’s the snow. There’s a mast up on the moors, it’s probably been damaged in the blizzard.’

Nick knows he’s right. He’s just finding it hard to believe that in a world where basically everything runs on Wi-Fi, AI and tech, they can’t get an urgent message to the police.

Somebody is wailing downstairs. Nick can hear gasps of horror, the sound of a woman sobbing. Donal has done his duty, then. Perhaps Nick should have taken on that horrible task, but the truth is, he doesn’t know who to trust and someone needs to stay with the body and ensure it’s not moved.

Clues, he thinks. Forensics. Nick scans the room. The shutters were closed when they came in, but the curtains were open – that may mean nothing, of course. On Branson’s side of the bed, there’s a mobile phone, clearly out of battery, and a half-empty glass of water. Nick bends to sniff it, and inhales that ferric tang he recognises from his own bathroom tap. He straightens up, feeling foolish. It’s not as if she was poisoned – it’s perfectly clear how she died.

On Penelope’s bedside table, there’s a lamp, switched off, and a book – The Testaments by Margaret Atwood. She doesn’t seem to have got far with it, judging by the bookmark placement. Nick feels a sharp pang of sorrow that now she’ll never finish it. Beside it is a lavender-silk eye-mask – why wasn’t she wearing it? Did she rip it off when she heard a noise?

Nick looks more closely at the polished surface. There’s an almost invisible trail of fine, white dust. Surely not drugs. Neither Penelope nor Branson seems the type. Some kind of vitamin powder? It suddenly strikes him why it looks familiar – it’s the dust that comes from ripping open a thick envelope. He sees their sunny kitchen last summer, Harriet tearing open a thick cream envelope, scanning a wedding invitation. His heart sinking, knowing he’d need a new suit, they’d need to buy a present . . . the ripped envelope made just that kind of fine dust on the worktop.

Nick crosses to the metal waste bin, under the desk. He shouldn’t touch anything . . . he creates a makeshift mitten from the bottom of his T-shirt and gently pulls it out. There’s the envelope – thick, white, torn open, a single P in black ink on the front. And beside it, next to an apple core and a crumpled information leaflet about Castle Howard, there’s a leaf of plain white paper, screwed into a ball. Nick pinches it by the corner, holding it through his T-shirt, and pulls it out, unfolding the creases. These five words, too, are in black pen, printed in neat capitals:

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID.

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Four days before Christmas, twelve stranded strangers gather round a crackling fire, sheltering from the raging storm outside. . .

But their relief is short-lived: as the snow deepens, the tree-lined avenue winding through the hotel’s parkland becomes impassable. Their isolation is complete. The next morning, a body is found in one of the luxurious four-poster beds. As twelve strangers become eleven suspects, who among them has checked in with murder in mind? And will any of them live to see another Christmas. . .?

Murder at Mistletoe Manor by F. L. Everett is the perfect festive read. Get it here.

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Firstly let’s be clear about what the new Orient Express actually is.

The Venice Simplon‑Orient‑Express (VSOE) has been running luxury rail journeys in Europe, using 1920s/30s carriages. But this will be the first time the ‘OG’ Orient Express has run for a very long time. I’m talking about the original Orient Express service (Paris to Istanbul, etc) in its historic form. But all that is about to change. And I am planning to sell at least half my belongings, some of my family, and quite possibly a kidney to ride this beautiful train, on this beautiful route. It’s absolutely the top of my bucket list.

The Orient Express is back – and with some considerable pizzazz. The new train uses 17 original 1920s and 30s carriages that have been tracked down, rescued, and restored to their former splendour.

Rather than a standard rail timetable, it will offer a luxury travel experience, designed for discerning travellers who want to relive the romance and elegance of the golden age of train travel.

Restored Art Deco carriages, exquisite craftsmanship, and that nostalgic and beautiful sense of luxury you’d expect from the Orient Express means this is going to be one of the most elegant travel experiences of our time.

A legend reborn

The Orient Express will return to the rails, rekindling the glamour and grace of early 20th-century travel. Unveiled at the 1925–2025: A Century of Art Deco exhibition at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs in Paris, the train design represents a bridge between past and present. A celebration of timeless history and contemporary luxury.

The new design

The revival has been led by architect Maxime d’Angeac, known for restoring icons such as Maison Guerlain in Paris. His vision captures the romance of the original carriages while re-imagining them for a new generation.

Each carriage pays tribute to Art Deco masters Ruhlmann, Dunand, and Lalique, blending their influences with 21st-century materials, lighting and technology.

D’Angeac is a man with a passion for literature, and a collector of old books, with his interests very much extending into travel novels. In his library, you can read stories by Paul Morand, Henry Miller and Ernest Hemingway. You’ll also find Wagon-Lit by Joseph Kessel, Prose on the Trans-Siberian Railway by the poet Blaise Cendrars, and (most importantly as far as I’m concerned), a collection of Agatha Christie novels. He is clearly the right man for the job.

Craftsmanship and detail

More than thirty specialist artisans have been involved. Glassmakers, cabinetmakers, embroiderers and upholsterers… all working together to create a new standard of elegance.

The interiors feature restored Morrison & Nelson marquetry, original Lalique glass panels, and rich fabrics woven in French ateliers. The result is unmistakably Orient Express: refined, indulgent, and beautifully made.

A remarkable rediscovery

The rebirth of the train began with a detective story. Historian Arthur Mettetal spent years tracing the whereabouts of the missing Orient Express carriages, thought to have disappeared decades ago. Using Google Maps and 3D satellite images, he located 17 original 1920s cars abandoned on the Poland–Belarus border.

They were transported back to France, where renowned workshops – including Rinck, Ateliers Jouffre, and the Tapestry Manufacture of Burgundy – undertook a meticulous restoration.

Back on track

From mid-2026, travellers will once again be able to board the Nostalgie-Istanbul-Orient-Express.

The relaunch forms part of a broader revival under Accor, which acquired the Orient Express brand in 2022. Alongside the new train, the group is developing an exclusive collection of hotels and experiences. La Dolce Vita Orient Express is already in service; a new luxury train experience in Italy, launched in 2025, offering one to three nights through Italy. Think Rome, Venice, Sicily, with deluxe cabins and suites, gourmet cuisine, and Italian design rooted in the 1960s and 70s.

Orient Express Venice opens in April 2026; and the Corinthian sailing yacht will debut later that summer.

The enduring appeal of the world’s most famous train

A century after it first captured the world’s imagination, the Orient Express remains a symbol of adventure, nostalgia, and sophistication. Its return offers something increasingly rare – the chance to slow down, settle into a beautifully crafted carriage, and watch the world unfold beyond the window in true style.

If I have to kill someone to bag a ride on this beautiful train, I will. And then of course it will be, ahem, murder…

More about the Nostalgie-Istanbul-Orient-Express

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Traveling to a new destination for the first time generates excitement and brings endless possibilities. Exploring unfamiliar places expands perspectives and creates unforgettable memories.

For first-time travellers, proper planning, open-mindedness, and practical strategies can turn a good trip into a great one. Understanding how to make the most of every moment allows travellers to experience culture, connect with the locals, and avoid common mistakes when travelling.

Start with smart pre-trip research

Good preparation sets the stage for a smooth and enjoyable trip. Researching the destination provides valuable context that shapes the entire experience. Travellers should look into local customs, transportation options, cultural etiquette, and currency information. This knowledge eliminates surprises and builds confidence.

Learning key phrases in the local language shows respect and will improve your communication with the locals. Simple greetings or expressions of gratitude can open doors to warmer exchanges.

Checking visa requirements and travel advisories prevents last-minute issues that can delay or interrupt plans. Smart research creates a foundation that makes every day of the trip easier and more fulfilling.

Explore top attractions and hidden gems

A well-rounded attractions itinerary includes both famous landmarks and lesser-known spots. Popular sites give insight into the destination’s identity, while hidden gems offer unique, personal experiences away from crowds. Research helps identify which attractions deserve priority and which neighbourhoods or activities provide authentic local flavour. Travellers find inspiration when reading about travel hot spots in Europe, which offer a blend of history, culture, and scenic beauty. Planning visits to must-see locations while leaving space for spontaneous discoveries creates a balanced experience. Flexibility allows travellers to follow their curiosity while ensuring they do not miss iconic sites that define the place.

Discovering hidden gems can involve talking to locals, joining walking tours, or exploring neighbourhoods beyond typical tourist areas. These experiences often become the highlights of a trip because they reveal the heart of the destination in ways that guidebooks cannot replicate.

Plan transportation in advance

Efficient transportation planning saves time and reduces stress. Understanding how to navigate a new city or region before arrival allows travellers to focus on enjoying their surroundings. Options may include trains, buses, trams, ride-sharing services, or bike rentals, depending on the location.

Purchasing transit passes or downloading local transportation apps before traveling simplifies navigation. Clear plans for airport transfers, hotel check-ins, and key routes eliminate confusion. When transportation logistics run smoothly, travellers can devote more energy to exploration and connection.

Embrace local culture through food and activities

Experiencing a destination through its cuisine and cultural practices creates deeper connections. Sampling local dishes introduces flavours that reflect history, geography, and community traditions. Visiting local markets, family-run restaurants, or food festivals provides a more immersive experience than sticking to international chains.

Participating in cultural activities such as traditional dance performances, artisan workshops, or festivals gives travellers a sense of the community’s rhythm. These activities foster appreciation for local heritage and often create lasting memories that define the trip.

Build flexibility into your schedule

While structure supports a productive trip, flexibility leaves room for discovery. Overloading itineraries can lead to exhaustion and missed opportunities. Allowing unplanned moments makes the experience feel more personal and less rushed.

Wandering through a park, stopping at a local café, or joining an unexpected event can lead to memorable encounters. Balanced planning ensures travellers stay organised without sacrificing the joy of spontaneous adventure. Leaving gaps in the schedule gives room to adapt to changing weather, unexpected invitations, or newfound interests.

Prioritise safety and awareness

Safety plays a vital role in making any trip enjoyable. First-time travellers should stay aware of their surroundings, keep valuables secure, and research common scams or risks specific to the destination. Using hotel safes, carrying copies of important documents, and sharing itineraries with trusted contacts increase security.

Avoiding poorly lit or unfamiliar areas late at night, staying informed about local regulations, and using reliable transportation services further protect travellers. Make sure you have good medical coverage and travel insurance.

Choose accommodation that supports your goals

The right accommodation enhances convenience, comfort, and connection. Location matters as much as amenities. Staying in a central area reduces commuting time, allowing travellers to make the most of each day. Proximity to public transportation, restaurants, and attractions simplifies logistics.

For travellers seeking cultural immersion, guesthouses, homestays, or boutique hotels often provide opportunities to interact with locals. For those focused on relaxation, resorts or rural lodges may suit their goals better. Matching accommodation style to travel objectives improves the overall experience.

Pack thoughtfully for comfort and convenience

Packing affects mobility, comfort, and flexibility during the trip. First-time travellers should pack versatile clothing that suits the climate and cultural expectations of the destination. Choosing comfortable shoes, appropriate layers, and practical accessories ensures readiness for different scenarios.

Organizing luggage with packing cubes or compartments saves time during daily preparations. Including travel-sized toiletries, a power adapter, and a small first aid kit reduces the need for emergency purchases. Thoughtful packing enhances comfort while traveling and keeps focus on experiences rather than logistics.

Use technology wisely

Technology serves as a powerful tool when used strategically. Downloading offline maps, translation apps, and itinerary planners provides support without depending on constant internet access. Storing copies of travel documents in secure digital folders ensures quick retrieval if physical copies get lost.

Social media and travel platforms offer inspiration and guidance, but travellers should remember to engage with their surroundings directly rather than through screens. Technology should enhance the experience, not replace it.

Learn to pace yourself

Travel involves physical and mental energy. First-time travellers often try to see and do everything, which can lead to fatigue. Pacing ensures that energy levels remain steady throughout the trip. Mixing active days with slower ones keeps enthusiasm high and prevents burnout.

Taking breaks during busy sightseeing days allows time to absorb the environment rather than rushing from one activity to another. This approach leads to richer, more memorable experiences.

Reflect on each day’s experiences

Reflection deepens the impact of travel. Taking time each evening to jot down highlights, lessons learned, or surprising encounters helps solidify memories. Whether through journaling, photography, or conversations with companions, reflection turns fleeting moments into meaningful stories.

This practice enhances awareness and gratitude. It encourages travellers to notice details they might have overlooked and helps them carry insights forward into future adventures.

Traveling to a new destination for the first time represents an exciting opportunity to grow, explore, and connect. With careful research, balanced planning, cultural curiosity, and flexible scheduling, travellers can experience both iconic landmarks and hidden gems. Smart transportation choices, thoughtful packing, and safety awareness create a smooth foundation for adventure.

Embracing local culture through food and activities deepens understanding and enriches the journey. Reflection transforms experiences into lasting memories. First-time travellers who approach their journeys with preparation and openness unlock the full potential of their holiday destinations, returning home with stories, knowledge, and a renewed sense of wonder.

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But, for some reason, I seem to have gone the other way. Despite the fading eyesight and creaky bones, I’m bolder since hitting 60 than I’ve ever been. It’s the feeling of life getting shorter, mixed with a need to hurry up and get those ambitions ticked off that bucket list before it’s too late that spurs me on. So each trip away becomes a little more daring than the last. That’s why, a month ago, instead of going for a peaceful weekend in the Cotswolds, I chose to take a 48-hour solo holiday in exotic Morocco.

I wasn’t going to rough it, oh no. I mean, I don’t mind a bit of glamping but, this time, I wanted luxury. I was given the opportunity to stay Casa Memoria, a breathtaking villa near Marrakech, and grabbed it with both hands.

Because I only had 48 hours to spare, I made sure my itinerary was action-packed. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to have a good few hours indulging in less frenetic activities – namely lounging by the pool and people-watching from cafés and bars in town. I wanted to experience the magic of Morocco but didn’t want to totally wear myself out. Balance is the key to a successful whirlwind two-day escape.

Here’s how it went…

After taking an EasyJet flight from the UK – the return ticket was just £130 – within a few hours, I was at Marrakech airport. A 30-minute taxi ride (which cost around £50) led me to Casa Memoria, a stunning villa set in nine hectares of lush gardens. As I walked through the grand tiled hallway and out into the grounds, palm trees in contrast with the bright green grass and colourful flowers dotted everywhere, the stress of my life in England started to melt away.

The villa itself had a real 1930s vibe to it, even though it was built in 2008. Its six gorgeous suites, which can sleep up to a total of 12, were decked out with traditional zellige tiles and comfy queen-size beds. A strong scent of roses hung filled each room. The air-conditioning gave instant relief from the 40-degree heat outside and promised a great night’s sleep.

On both mornings, I woke to the smell of freshly baked pastries wafting up the stairway. Breakfast could be as minimal or lavish as I liked with a choice of fresh bread with local honey, eggs, strong coffee or mint tea, all prepared by the villa’s talented chef.

The first morning, after breakfast, I walked across the lush lawn to the 25-metre turquoise-tiled pool, heated to a perfect 30 degrees. A waiter appeared to take my drinks order and returned minutes later with water and coffee. I flicked through a novel I’d borrowed from the villa’s quirky book collection and wiggled my toes. This was the life!

After a swim, I decided to have a wander around the grounds

The peacocks, emerging from the olive groves, screeched at me in greeting (I think it was in greeting anyway) as I walked barefoot across the dense and spongey lawn.

Back inside the house, I started to explore. I’d read up a bit on Casa Memoria and had discovered that, despite the building being relatively new, it already had history. It had once been home to the legendary artist Bill Willis, and his bold paintings and sculptures, mixed with ancient Moroccan treasures, featured in every room.

After lunch – cinnamon-dusted chicken and a fresh beetroot salad – on the terrace, I took a 20-minute taxi ride into Marrakech. I soon became lost in the souks, haggling for leather bags and unusual handmade jewellery.

The heat was almost unbearable, and the air was dusty. I dodged the man in the market square offering me a monkey to hold, and swerved the snake charmer and his swaying cobra! I bought a pendant and some healthy tea then made my way ‘home’.

Back at the villa, dinner was pure magic: tender lamb tagine, spiced oranges and creamy crème brûlée, accompanied by chilled local white wine. As the stars came out, I stepped back into the garden. The night was still and warm, the peacocks silent, the scent of flowers divine. Heavenly! That night, I slept like a particularly contented and well-fed baby.

Into the desert…

On the second day, after another delicious breakfast, I headed to the Agafay Desert, about 40 minutes away, for a half-day adventure with Starry Morocco Tours. I started with a camel trek.

When I first saw the camels, with their gyrating jaws and matted fur, the younger, more fearful me kicked it. I had a bad back and climbing up one of these huge humpy beasts looked difficult. I couldn’t imagine that a trek across the sun-baked plains, the Atlas Mountains towering in the distance, aboard one of these stinky creatures would do my sciatica any good, so at first I declined.

Watching other people clamber up though caused me to come to my senses. “I’ll do it!” I shouted. The camel lowered itself by bending its front legs into a kind of kneeling position (although technically I suppose the bending parts are elbows, not knees!) and a kindly man in a turban and long robe helped me up. The initial lurch as the camel returned to standing position was a bit scary but, other than that, the experience was fine. And, oddly, my back felt better after the trek than before.

Then came the real thrill – quad-biking over dunes and rocky trails. The adrenaline rush was unreal as we raced across the desert, following our instructor, dust flying in huge clouds behind us as we rode!

Later, guests at Casa Memoria, could enjoy a traditional Moroccan massage at the neighbouring hotel’s spa. Dinner was another masterpiece: flaky pastries stuffed with aubergine and perfectly spiced chicken that I’m still intending to try cooking at home. As night fell, I sipped cocktails and watched an amazing fire performance – a mesmerising end to a perfect day.

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Casa Memoria, an all-inclusive paradise with gourmet meals and drinks included, is perfect for anyone who craves luxury and adventure. It’s romantic enough for a weekend away with a paramour (not that I have one, but I can dream!), ideal for a chic getaway with friends, and is a fabulous venue for a family milestone celebration. The staff made the experience seamless and luxurious. And while it’s not cheap (check prices at Casa Memoria), every moment was worth it.

My stay at Casa Memoria combined sophistication, adventure and Moroccan soul. From the heated pool to the art-filled rooms, from desert thrills to souk treasures, this 48-hour escape was pure joy. I left with memories – and a feeling of pride at being such a daredevil. I’ll cherish that forever.

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