The older I get, the more I enjoy cooking classes. With an opening statement like that, I’m in danger of whirling around in a cartoon swirl and remerging as an immaculately groomed housewife from the 1950s: hair set, rosy-cheeked smile, skirt that sticks out like a snipped triangle and the scent of freshly baked cookies following me around like a caricature cloud…

Dust rose from the ground as the horse thundered past and the sun began its ablutions. It painted pinks and pomegranates, amber, pistachio, charcoal and soft apricot rust across the walls of Petra before calling it a day and turning in for an early night…

#GoJordan is a twitter hashtag used to collect tweets about travel to Jordan. It was designed by both Keith Jenkins from Velvet Escape and…

Another four am start. Another cold morning. Another walk through darkness and another outstanding experience. After years and years and y-e-a-rs of trying to get on board a hot air balloon, I finally managed to get airborne and float across the Pyrenees in September this year. Barely a month later, good luck struck again and [...]

Sparks hissed from the fire where we clustered beneath the stars. The group fell silent, waiting for Hussein to finish his story. He sat cross-legged, wearing the traditional thawb and keffiyeh, his deep eyes lined with kohl.

“My darling,” he said, fixing his eyes on the girl in front of him. “Forget the astronomer. Come with me. I’ll show you the stars in the day.”

On photo Friday, allow me to introduce you to some of the people I met on my recent journey to Jordan. I’ll be writing more about Jordan over the next few weeks but while you’re waiting for those articles, have another look at these photos and see if you can spot the odd one out…Look very, very closely…

Canyoning. Turning a noun into a sport and a canyon into a playground.

This time last year, I’d…

Apparently, it’s bad form to write about sunsets. And even to take photos of them. And even to start sentences with “and” – but right now…

As I type this out, I’m sitting in darkness, my face lit only by the glow of my computer screen. There’s sand beneath my feet, chirping outside and the occasional snort of an irritable camel. Twenty minutes ago…

Usually, I manage to find something beautiful, something that moves me wherever I go. But last night, in Petra, that didn’t happen.