I needed an idea for a holiday. So I went east from Marseille to Istanbul by train. Here I meet a friend in Marseille, starting my travels.

‘Edgelands’ by Paul Farley and Michael Symmons Roberts attempts to look into those gaps between the urban landscape and the countryside.

There comes a time when you actually have to stop talking and actually do something. Take action. Make a move. This was one of them.

In theory, the concept is simple: a man reads a book about another man who decided to busk his way across Spain, wants to emulate it and then he writes a boo...

I often get asked by friends, and increasingly by strangers on social media, about places that I’ve visited. People want to know what to see, where to stay a...

Following a trip to Ireland last February, I decided that maybe it was time that I headed north to Scotland. The maternal side of my family hails from Maryhi...

Sometimes, the measure of a good summer is when one day rolls benignly into the other. When you're content with your surroundings and the company you're keep...

It was one of those mornings where the sun had barely made an appearance. The sky was thick with low-lying clouds and the air had quite a chill to it. I stoo...

Having done this trip twice previously, you would think I was used to it; dragging myself to the downstairs lobby of a concrete tower block in West London, n...

It’s been nearly two years that I’ve been talking about my desire to go wild camping. So far I’ve bored my parents intermittently and failed to convince any ...

On the train to Galway, I had the suspicion that something was going on. I had been talking about almost every topic under the sun with two men from Athenry ...

After recovering from sleep deprivation caused by late night plane transfers and early arrivals, I walked up the winding Alemdar Caddesi back towards Sultana...

Marrakech station is an architecturally magnificent mixture of older Moroccan motifs combined with modern palatial glass windows. It shimmers in Marrakshi to...

The day after arriving in Istanbul, on a visit in early April, I had done what I often do when travelling, let my feet discover the city with no real planned...

Awake to watercolour-clear morning, broad-brushed by faded amber conflagration seen from the kitchen window. But through the lost, the black and sodium hours...

The familiar washed-out and salt-tinged ocean air coloured the sky, lending it a soft pastel-blue light as I sat and tried to recall what I had been doing th...

After a week traversing Istanbul and the small city of Konya in early April 2018, I took an internal flight and headed to the coast in Bodrum. On my first ev...

William Shakespeare once wrote “So foul and fair a day I have not seen.” He wasn’t talking about watching Queens Park Rangers play against Aston Villa at Lof...

On my first day in Istanbul, at the start of April 2018, I decided that I would avoid the tourist cruises that navigate around the Bosphorus and the Sea of M...

In the mid-2000s, I had read parts of Robert Macfarlane’s book Mountains of the Mind for a Masters Degree assignment on Percy Shelley’s ‘Mont Blanc’. I must ...