Afternoon tea is one of those experiences that just has to be enjoyed if you’re visiting London, and there are certainly plenty to choose from. From a traditional tea of sandwiches, scones and cakes to quirky options such as the Mad Hatter’s Tea, there is a version to suit every taste.
But there’s a new tea in town, and it’s the one that all fashion lovers need to try: The Fashion Forward Afternoon Tea at The Kensington Hotel, an indulgence inspired by the works of Alexander McQueen. How fitting, given that the much anticipated and fast-selling Savage Beauty exhibition is taking place just around the corner at the V&A Museum.
For a travel blogger, I haven’t travelled much this year. That’s all about to change, however, as a week from today I’m going to Texas, followed by New Orleans and a bit of Canada. I’m beyond excited, and I’m also in need of as many recommendations as I can get my hands on.
If you’ve been to any of these destinations I’d love to hear your top tips in the comments below:
I don’t get overly excited by monuments, architecture or history when I travel. But I go crazy for good food. Long before I book my accommodation, look at tours or plan which attractions I want to see, I’ll have researched the most indulgent breakfast in town, tracked down the best coffee and located the trendiest street food trucks.
My memories of a destination usually revolve around my tastebuds, so it’s important to me that I find the most delicious and authentic food in whatever new destination I’m visiting.
But how do I find the best places? How do I avoid the tourist restaurants with their plastic menus and low-quality versions of traditional dishes? I’ve learned a few tricks over the years, which I’m passing on to you because I believe the best way to discover a destination is through its food.
These are my favourite ways that you can find good food when you travel:
Adding a bit of style to my outfits on the road is one of the things I enjoy most about travelling, and it’s also one of the reasons why I find packing to be such a fun challenge. When I get it right, I have a small suitcase of versatile, stylish outfits and enough room left to bring home some new pieces too.
However, packing light does come with its own set of challenges, such as what to do when you spill a bit of your delicious lunch on that top that was supposed to transition into a smart night-time outfit. Fashion emergencies can strike at any time, but when you’re on the road it’s difficult to remedy them.
Here’s how to deal with fashion emergencies when you travel:
For some, luxury means simply being able to stay in bed past 7am; for others it’s a certain level of service and opulence. Luxury can embody a whole spectrum of definitions, depending on who you ask.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what luxury really means to me, so when the lovely team at Best at Travel got in touch to ask me to participate in their study on luxury, I was excited to try to break down what that word really means to me.
Well, technically it’s still winter, but the sun has shone for at least three days in the past week, so in my optimism I’m calling it spring. My favourite season. There’s a feeling of hope in the air (or is that just hayfever?), smiles and pale skin are out in equal measure, and gardens across London are bursting with a palette of brand new colours.
It’s the time to get that spring cleaning done, start dusting off those trainers for morning workouts and it’s a great chance to refresh a grey, wintery wardrobe with bright colours and lighter layers. Spring also happens to be the perfect time to travel. The weather is warming up, the biggest crowds are still a few months away and cities look fresh, crisp, as if they’ve been spring cleaned too.
If you’re looking for some springtime travel inspiration, read on:
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to run a half marathon? Well, you’re in luck! I ran one last weekend and filmed it: getting ready, the start line, along the route and the glorious finish line. It’s all here, so have a watch (and don’t forget to subscribe to my YouTube channel while you’re there):
Last weekend I took a trip to Bath. Was it to have a look at the beautiful Roman baths in the city? To discover more about Jane Austen? To partake of scones in a vintage tea room?
No. I went to Bath to run 21.1km, or 13.1 miles for those of you playing in Imperial measurements. Am I crazy? It’s quite possible, although I’m certainly not the only one. 13,000 of us completed the 2015 Bath Half Marathon, and although I’m sure a good proportion of these runners were local, plenty of us travelled from far and wide to be there.
It’s not enough to do a half marathon in one’s own city these days. My first attempt was in Greenwich, London, but after that I was off to Wales for half marathon number two. I then finished a second race in Greenwich and yet another in the Royal Parks of London (a truly spectacular course), but it was the lure of a new city that had me signing up to run around Bath for a few hours on a rainy March morning.
As a travel blogger, I think I sometimes have a tendency to pretend that we all live in a fantasy world where we can travel wherever we want, whenever we want. But of course, this couldn’t be further from the truth. Sometimes, no matter how severe a dose of wanderlust we’re suffering from, travel just isn’t possible for the foreseeable future.
Instead of feeling sad about this fact of life, I try to think of the gaps between trips as opportunities to be inspired by destinations I would love to visit or to spend time appreciating the amazing trips I’ve done in the past.
If you’ve got itchy feet that can’t currently be scratched, here are some ideas to help you feel like you’re travelling (even when you’re not):
There’s something about reaching a milestone age that makes you reflect on your life and wonder whether you’ve achieved what you thought you should have by now.
I’m turning 30 in a little over a month, and my feelings as the date draws closer and closer have been a bit mixed. The other day I had a flashback to some Chinese lanterns and patterned robes and I realised that I remember my Mum’s 30th birthday party. Yikes. When she was my age she had three kids, two of whom were old enough to remember the event. And when I was younger, I thought I’d be at that stage of my life by now, too.