When I first started travelling alone with my kids I was terrified. With Hux a tiny nappy-wearing milk guzzling baby and Elfie having medical needs that necessitates the carrying of syringes through airports, it seemed the solo parent holiday milestone would be too complicated to hit.
New York: the city that never sleeps, so good they named it twice, if you make it here you can make it anywhere. Etc etc. It’s literally the most hectic place on the planet, but if I had to be anywhere I’d be there in a flash: here’s my definitive guide to the city.
Last week marked the – god, 11th? 12th? – trip I’ve taken to New York in the last ten years, and as I spent my six days in the city that never sleeps I realised just how much knowledge on navigating NYC I’ve accumulated.
My first impressions of rush hour Lisbon in May weren’t great. I arrived at a rainy airport on what was the busiest time of day, and was driven through a grey and drizzly city to the region of Cascais, a…
This was to be my second trip to Jersey and the children’s first. My good friend Néva moved there last year with her husband’s job and I first visited with my boyfriend back in an unseasonably stormy October 2017: after spending that weekend eating good food and stomping around glorious beaches I couldn’t wait to return with the kids.
A run-down of our incredible holiday to Mark Warner Levante, in Greece. We had a BALL!