After a late night, I head to Plage des Catalans, before jumping on the train from Marseille to Milan, via the coastline.

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 ...

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 ...

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 fami...

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...

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...

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

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 fai...

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 tw...

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

Marrakech station is an architecturally magnificent mixture of older Moroccan motifs combined with modern palatial glass windows. It shim...

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 w...

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

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...

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 Bo...

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

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 Bospho...