Exactly one year ago to this day we were sat on this beach in New Zealand’s Coromandel Peninsula, marvelling at the way this volcanic, black sand sparkled under the midday sun, pondering how to live a life that makes the most of this fragile time we’re given. Fast forward 12 months, and we’re here on the edge of the Forest of Dean, determined to continue that adventure…
Read MoreThe final leg of our Spanish jaunt sees us in Valencia, that sun-drenched, Paella-inventing, Horchata-drinking gem. Our last trip here was 8 years ago, and with no children to savour the delights of travel, all we could do was gorge on seafood Paella and Sangria by the beach, relax in the hotel spa pool and sunbathe indefinitely. Not much to live up to this time then…
Read MoreWe reach Casa Palacio de Carmona, our home for the next few nights, at about 3pm local time with one thing on our minds; food. We had missed lunch through the usual comedy of errors that is family travel, and having been on the road for most of the day, tempers were beginning to fray…
Read MoreOur journey to Vejer takes us through Jerez, the smaller and less extroverted Andalucian city compared to it’s capital Seville, famed for its palomino grape sherry and Flamenco. We find ourselves sat outside this unassuming restaurant, the sunlight only just starting to creep past the castle-like walls surrounding the cobblestone courtyard we are about to eat in…
Read MoreFirst impressions. Smoke. Lot's of smoke in the kitchen. Perhaps the ventilation system isn't working. Or, as we'd soon come to realise, this chef loves fire...
Read MoreWe’re sat along a communal bar, facing a wall full of magazine clippings and reviews for what this place specialises in - Black Truffle Sang Jin Bao. A sign tells us not to add any vinegar to this variant of the traditional Shanghainese bun, for fear of ruining the flavour. We obey. Another sign warns of the dangerously piping hot sauce within the buns - we’ll later regret not paying more attention to this...
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