Imagine an otherworldly woodland, filled with strange rock formations, secret caves, and ancient trees. Imagine a handmade picnic, with local and seasonal delicacies, wrapped in wax paper and carefully packed in a wicker basket. Imagine a medieval castle standing proud over a river valley, its walls steeped in history and drama. We found all these
I have always loved the slow, liminal days between Christmas and New Year. They are a time of gentle transition, a quiet breath as the year eases to its close, a space in which to reflect on the year gone by, and perhaps to set intentions for the year ahead.
For twenty years now I’ve been crossing the channel to France to stay in my parent’s simple stone cottage in the Pays de la Loire. I visited first in my late teens, when days were leisurely, evenings were late and sleep was plentiful. Back then, my holiday always began in the Brittany Ferries bar. Nowadays, I travel