Travel

Bridge views

How jet lag took me on an unexpected adventure across the Brooklyn Bridge in New York City

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Artistic endeavours

I’m curled up in bed with an empty teacup beside me watching Lethal Weapon. The movie could be seen as a cultural touch stone, the first in a good-cop versus bad-drug-dealer franchise featuring slide guitar, gunfire, explosions and 1980s profanity. Am I drawing a long bow? Maybe. The rest of the day is easier to…

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Cocktails and free-range cows

End of day The hotel bar has toffee walls framed by wide timber architraves. Punters sit in deep tub chairs upholstered in leather and pale gold chintz. Or there are sofas with cushions in caramel, coffee and beige; fat, v-necked, kept in shape with plumping and karate. We drink whiskey and mock tails and nibble on…

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Pushing boundaries

“This probably sounds terrible mum, but it tastes just like the Spaghetti Bolognese from The Gap Tavern,” The Ballerina said to me tonight as she twirled piles of pasta round her fork and into her mouth. “Not terrible at all my darling,” I responded, secretly chalking up a maternal win as I finally witnessed my…

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