Ahem, In the annual French Letter Hunters’ Dinner at the beginning of the month, after a fine but predictable meal of wild boar stew, spetzli,...

Ahem, Bulbous fists of mist gripped our village for several mornings in a row, burned away by the sun often before the dogs came back...

Ahem We are in full fall. The legendary colours of autumn in Alsace have reappeared in the woods, lanes and country paths of the South...

Ahem, I returned to Basel in a rejuvenated Galahad on the last weekend of the month exhausted but enriched by the experience of writing and...

Ahem, Concerned about over-staying my Latin welcome with the eternally hospitable Pickup Tennysons of Olgiata, I accepted an offer to look after another house and...

Ahem I divided the month of July between working in Rome and holidaying in South West France, with just a couple of passing night ships...

Ahem Leymen’s acknowledged eminence grise of local village history, Max Wyss, lives within a stone’s throw of the Chateau de Landskron at the top of...

Ahem There was a rare and immediately memorable Stanbrook family gathering this month in London with most of the living Stanbrook family in attendance, namely...

Ahem I have been gazing out across a moist flower-bordered billiard-table lawn, blurred through the window. It’s an overcast day, 24 hours before the start...

Ahem We went to a restaurant in Huningue, Autour de la table, with the Jarvises and the Barneses to celebrate my birthday and where force...