When I went to South Carolina in 2015, I didn’t want to come back. It’s the only place I’ve ever been where I cried in the airport and didn’t want to get on the plane. Not because I’m afraid of flying – on the contrary, in the sky is one of my favourite places to be – but because I didn’t want to leave Myrtle Beach.
I love London. I always thought I hated it, because it’s a city and I think of myself as predominantly a country person, but I love it. The anonymity, the melting-pot of cultures, the way my little corner of it feels like a community but also most people mind their own business.
I love that it’s a very walkable city, and few areas are more appealing to walk around than the Thames Path. Read more
The fifth instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Read more