We will crush many myths. Not only the one about the horned helmets…
Passport, Monarch Airlines’ inflight magazine, was given a new look recently. And the publisher asked me if I’d put together the new-look news section.
It was good to forage around the Monarch route network, looking for fun, topical and relevant stories, working out what would suit the client AND make a good read. It was a bit finger-in-the-air for the first issue, but having been asked to do the same for the following one, I was able to be a bit more creative and devise some regular formats, which I’ll hopefully get the chance to develop over time.
And who doesn’t love a story about Vikings?
There was a lot of mud. There were bodies in bright outfits all shuffling together. And it was certainly noisy – the wind hollered and buffeted like heavy metal at full volume. But there ended the likeness to a traditional British festival. Up on the top of Mynydd Troed in February, I’d joined ramblers rather than ravers for this outdoors celebration, the Crickhowell Walking Festival. No camping. Better food. And a chance to discover whether countryside hiking – often undertaken to escape the crowds – is actually best done with other people.
A walking festival, in Wales, in winter? A supremely soggy but super commission!
Walking festivals seem to be cropping up all over the place these days, and – as someone who usually prefers to walk alone – I was keen to find out what the fuss was about. So I pitched a piece on Crickhowell Walking Festival to the Telegraph, which involved heading to south Wales on a damp weekend to get out into the hills with a load of other people.
The result? Rain, of course. As well as excellent food and company, and the sort of scenery that’s a joy to behold – and leaves you vowing to return on a weekend with better weather.
Accompanying the main first person piece was a round-up of other great walking festivals across the UK this year. Time to start planning…
As the wave hits, I spin and splutter. Fingers of freezing water sneak beneath my rubber armour. Blinking through the white-frothed blue, I see an even bigger swell bearing down, about to deliver another salty slap. Here it comes… Boooooooooooooooooof!
I love the West Country. I feel privileged to live in it. And would count walking around the edge of it (via the South West Coast Path) one of the best things I have ever done.
I also thoroughly enjoyed leaping off it, when I went coasteering along Dorset’s Jurassic Coast. So it was a delight to write about this wet-n-wild experience for the latest Best Loved Hotel and Travel Guide. If my words inspire one more person to don a wetsuit and fling themselves (safely) amid the wild waves and ancient rocks, it will be a job well done!
There was nothing between me and the deep blue sky. A blue to make Farrow & Ball weep into their paint pots and surrender to the superiority of nature. Mountains reared all around: the dramatic immediacy of the Italian Dolomites, the frosted Austrian Alps in the distance. Meadows beamed with wildflowers and a metal cross marking the 2,157m summit of the Pralongià Plateau raised its arms to the heavens. I felt like doing the same.
This may just be the most cushty commission I have ever had. “Sarah,” said the nice people at The Evening Standard, “would you like to stay at a glorious hotel in the even more glorious Italian Dolomites to run amid flower-filled fields and snow-peaks, and eat your own weight in Michelin-starred food?” Don’t mind if I do!
What a treat it was to spend a week in the Alta Badia valley, having adventures and scoffing copiously, all in the name of earning a living. Feeling grateful indeed.
I have just read your amazing feature in Wanderlust. It’s brilliant! I am thrilled and can’t wait to send it to everyone in Tassie. Thank you so much again. You have been magnificent.
Forgive me. Own trumpet blown. But this was the delightful message I received from Susie de Carteret at Tasmanian Odyssey, who supported my press trip to Oz earlier this year. One of the resultant features has now been published in Wanderlust, in which I was able to combine Tasmania’s new Three Capes Track with lashings of convict history. So satisfying that I was able to turn a terrific trip into a not-too-shabby feature!
Stay sunny, stay smiling and, as always, live life to the full!
There are worse things to work on than a Caribbean inflight magazine. Each issue, you get to flick through pics of glorious beaches, commission stories about colourful carnivals and drool over tropical recipes. I particularly love the cover we came up with for the July/August issue, which screams ‘fun in the sun’!
From wine-tasting to wildlife, hiking to history, sightseeing to surfing, this is the Australian destination that truly has it all…
It’s not easy to pack the whole of New South Wales into an A5 mini-guide. But that was the latest challenge set by Wanderlust, Singapore Airlines and the NSW tourist board: to project manage the production of a useful trip-planner for the state in the dinky, pocket-size format. Small maybe, but there’s loads packed in, with the added complication of image ‘watermarking’, so readers can use their mobiles to scan through to extra content. That’s a whole lot of Oz in a few tiny pages!