Brits in the USA

The last time I was in Charleston there was a lot of heat and a lot of kids. At times like this escape is in order. I hastily made my excuse...

I have this recurring nightmare that I'm on the shortlist for the Crap Dad of the Year award. Imagine the Oscars and then whip away the ...

When I worked in North Carolina I once carried out a survey on students' reading habits asking them if they has ever read a novel by Cha...

The Internet is doing my head in and that's official. In the four minutes of each day that I allow myself to be away from the screen I n...

The mosquito-ometer at the visitor center of Congaree National Park was set to "brutal." Had there had been a boredom-ome...

Hollow canned soundbites nibble at the nether distance of the bedroom. I find it hard to take it seriously; the southern twangs of the healt...

I love swimming pools that sparkle like blue quartz lapping on marble where the only company are statutes of Aphrodite. Or infinity pools pe...

I've spent most of the working week yearning for the weekend. But now it's here I'm at a loss about what to do other than eating...