Why Ludlow is more than just a foodie destination and it’s perfect for a weekend break

Published on Metro.co.uk on 28th November 2017

Ludlow has this great reputation for food.

As well as the annual food festival that takes place each September, the market town in Shropshire is also known for its crop of top food producers.

I admit, I’m a bit of a snobby Londoner, and I’m always dubious about what the provinces can offer.

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Good food and plenty of spas: Why Greater Palm Springs is the perfect wellness destination to kick back and relax

Published on Metro.co.uk on 28th November 2017

I’ll be honest with you – before researching my Route 66 trip properly, Greater Palm Springs was, as the saying goes, so far off my radar it wasn’t even a blip.

With so many more well-known destinations like Los Angeles and San Francisco, visitors to California definitely have a hard time picking out places to visit.

But as I was on a road trip and had the freedom of having a car, it was the perfect opportunity to explore this part of the Californian desert.

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Route 66 – New Mexico to Arizona: Where to eat, what to see and what to do

Published on Metro.co.uk on 14th November 2017

One of the things you will notice when you’re driving Route 66 is how much the landscape changes.

The urban and green setting of the east will gradually melt into the stunning land formations of the west.

If you started your journey in Chicago, you will probably have been on the road for a week by the time you get to New Mexico.

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Thinking about beauty at 30 will give you a new perspective on life – here’s what I learnt

Published on Metro.co.uk on 9th November 2017

Thinking and writing about beauty at 30 is a bit terrifying. And for me, it feels quite vulnerable.

I know, you’re rolling your eyes at the histrionics. But when I paused for a moment to look at how my appearance and beauty regime has changed over the course of a decade, it was hard not to admit to myself that I’m getting old.

It’s not necessarily because I feel old or that I look old (having recently been ID’d while in the unlikely scenario of buying dessert wine in a supermarket, I can quite comfortably say that), but rather, there are now tell tale signs of my age that only I know. I hope.

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