In the 1950s workmen digging up the south side of Trafalgar Square in the heart of London unearthed the bones of extinct mammals that roamed Britain 120,000 years ago. They included cave lions, straight-tusked elephants – and a giant herbivore known as an aurochs which is regarded as the wild ancestor of today’s domestic cattle…
Read MoreThey were gathered in the Peruvian jungle, in a ceremonial wooden structure known as a maloca, and their immediate fate was in the hands of tribal shamans dressed in brightly patterned robes. One by one they were called up to drink a shot of foul-tasting dark sludge. ‘At that point,’ says Paul Haylock, ‘the nerves really did start to kick in. I’m thinking, is this the right thing to be doing?’
Read MoreKevin Jordan says he was asleep when his world caved in. Then he corrects himself: “I wasn’t asleep. I can’t sleep, when there’s a storm blowing…”
Read MoreWhile Vladimir Putin rains death on Ukraine, the former Armageddon factory of Orford Ness has been reinvented in favour of life.
Read Moreit’s a big lump of rock and it’s very English (old-fashioned cafes and lots of weather) without quite being England. A place to blow a trumpet to your heart’s content and see life from a wry angle.
Read MoreOn the A35 just east of Bridport in Dorset the hubcap of a Skoda marked the spot where the future King Charles almost lost the plot. On the run, with a price on his head, he decided on the spur of the moment to hang a left up a road called Lee Lane. Good move …
Read MoreThis outpost of England – shrinking, shapeshifting – is eerie and beautiful, with vivid green fields unrolling to frangible cliffs and empty beaches. Not to everyone’s taste maybe, but its otherworldliness casts a spell on some.
Read MoreSome detectorists will tell you that the holy grail of metal detecting is a hoard of Roman coins or Anglo-Saxon jewellery. Others will point out – borrowing a line from the TV series Detectorists – that actually the holy grail of metal detecting is the Holy Grail…
Read MoreRussell “Rusty” Waughman is 98 years old and describes himself as “just an ordinary bloke”. For 27 years he worked for a packaging company near Kettering and he still lives in the house he bought for “£1,650 with all the extras” in 1956. But for a period of seven months in 1943 and 1944 he inhabited a parallel universe as the pilot and skipper of an Avro Lancaster…
Read MoreIt’s low tide on the Thames in London. At Rotherhithe on the south bank I descend rickety wooden stairs to a foreshore littered with iron nails and rivets – from the time when the dock here was a site of boatbuilding then of boat breaking.
Read MoreSomething is missing in the Pen-y-Gwryd Hotel – George. That’s the name of a shrunken head from Peru which I remember seeing in the Smoke Room a decade ago. It’s just as well it’s gone – such a grisly trophy had surely outlived its shock value – but it’s also a surprise. To quote the Talking Heads song the PyG is a Heaven “where nothing/Nothing ever happens.”
Read MoreA while ago an article I wrote for the Telegraph was teed up with a standfirst – written by some youthful editor on the desk – that described me pointedly as a “veteran travel writer”. I read this over breakfast. And after scooping the Gentlemen’s Relish back on to my toast I finally faced an uncomfortable truth.
Read MorePitcairn Island, the South Seas refuge of the most famous renegades in British history, did not ask to be called a paradise. ‘Hollywood romanticised the whole Mutiny on the Bounty thing,’ said Pawl Warren, the first Pitcairner I met on my recent voyage there, 'but they never followed up what happened afterwards. It became quite bloody, brutal.'
Read MoreBeale St in Memphis, Tennessee is the musical heart of America, a neon gulch of juke joints and music halls where Delta blues found Elvis and rock 'n' roll resulted. But for the city of Memphis this beautiful accident is overshadowed by a darker legacy.
Read MoreThe rhino is targeted by a posse of pick-ups. The lead vehicle accelerates across the grassland, the driver slews to a halt and, standing in the back, I watch as a silver gun barrel pokes through the open window on the passenger side.
Read MoreWhen Lord Byron described the horror novel, Frankenstein, as 'a wonderful work for a girl' he wasn't being patronising, just stating a fact. Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin was 18 years old when she came to Lake Geneva and gave life to her 'filthy daemon'.
Read MoreLooking trim, exuding cool, 81-year-old Buddy Guy dips his head to the microphone. 'They don't play this kinda blues on the radio no more,' he growls. The audience in his eponymous bar in downtown Chicago whoops in anticipation.
Read MoreIn the badlands of northern New Mexico, deep in America's Southwest, you stock up when you can. An hour north of Santa Fe on US Highway 84 there's a filling station, general store and diner called Bode's that sells everything from raccoon traps to pickling jars…
Read MoreThe elephant urinated in a firehose gush and his mahout (driver/keeper) cheered. ‘See?’ he said in Lao, pointing at the torrent of water darkening the red-earth road. ‘It’s clear!’ The relief was infectious.
Read MoreA lurch and a swish, a sudden sense of space beneath my feet - and I plunge headlong into one of the most eyeball-bending views in the world. The Andes mountains in widescreen, inverted cones of streets, shimmers of colour through the high, thin air.
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