Porto Cheli Nothing is moving, not a twig nor a leaf, and I find myself missing… Read more

Porto Cheli I have been thinking about my children and my own strange boyhood as I… Read more

 Gstaad I am looking out of my window at the green landscape and forested mountains rising… Read more

I live in south Devon. Last week I went up to north Devon, to visit a… Read more

I’ve might have no testosterone. (My production is currently being stopped by injection once every three… Read more

Le tout Torquay was there, cramming into the Princess Theatre with a drink in each hand… Read more

The problem with not getting married, I am increasingly realising, is that you cannot get divorced.… Read more

A parcel has arrived addressed to ‘Cydney Kite’. The spaniel is ecstatic. She has never received… Read more

With a heavy heart, I have just conducted my biannual lying session. I hate that I… Read more

 Kenya Highlands I’ve just descended Mount Kenya with Eve, my 13-year-old daughter, and her class of… Read more

 Rift Valley Many of my British tribe fled Kenya around independence in 1963 because they believed… Read more

In bed Safety measures — I’ve never been good at them, so inevitably I inhaled and… Read more

It’s August in Tuscany, and the market towns are eerily quiet, presumably because most of their… Read more

It’s much more stressful to live in the country than in a town. There are always… Read more

For a politician to draw attention to his own deficiencies is a desperate attempt to curry… Read more