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A la Colthard/Sir Christopher Wren Windsor

A few years ago I was a regular visitor to both the Sir Christopher Wren hotel and Windsor. The hotel got tattier and tattier. One day on the outdoor terrace I saw a spritely Indian businessman directing affairs. He turned out to be the owner of Sarova hotels. Sarova have now taken over the hotel. [...]

July 27, 2021 // 0 Comments

The Open

I was last at St George’s in 1993 when Greg Norman roasted the field. I followed him early and stayed with him to the 18th. Since then Ben Curtis and Darren Clarke have won the claret jug here. Like all links courses, it’s weather dependent: wind in your face – a wood, wind with you [...]

July 15, 2021 // 0 Comments

Time and tide waits for no man

Occasionally on the pages of this organ contributors, myself included, address aspects of the passing of time upon sporting careers and particularly the point at which top sportsmen and woman decide to call a halt. In this context the truisms can flow long and hard. Some elite athletes are [...]

July 12, 2021 // 0 Comments

A la Colthard: Hotel du Vin/Wimbledon

I had last stayed at this hotel when it was the Cannizzaro, a Palladian house in the style of Kenwood with equally magnificent grounds. However the hotel – especially the service – disappointed. Now under the management of Hotel du Vin they have upped their game. On arrival I was stuck [...]

June 9, 2021 // 0 Comments

The Grand Eastbourne

A few years ago I was a naughty, very naughty girl. I was reviewing an up-market trattoria in Chelsea. I had arrived late and was the only diner left. The manager Federico offered me a complimentary grappa and one became three. My marriage was going through a difficult time and as I told my [...]

May 23, 2021 // 0 Comments

Lockdown observations in a full-on day

I once met a psychiatrist who specialised in geriatrics who opined that character faults were heightened as the person grows older. For ‘growing old’ I would substitute ‘in lockdown’. I confess to being more than irritated by casual service and in the last 48 hours encountered this in [...]

May 6, 2021 // 0 Comments

Gravetye Manor

As – to use a vogue phrase – a circuit breaker from the daily domestic routine, I made a reservation sometime ago for lunch yesterday at Gravetye Manor near East Grinstead. I had only heard good things of a hotel which was once the home of Victorian gardener and writer William Robinson [...]

October 17, 2020 // 0 Comments

London: it’s eerie

Yesterday I travelled to London for various meetings. A taxi took me to my first appointment via Oxford St. – I have never seen it so deserted. If I had to describe the West End pre-Covid I would use the word bustling. Now it would be eerie. It was like those nightmarish science fictions [...]

October 15, 2020 // 0 Comments

Mamounia/ a dream realised

If it’s good enough for Winston Churchill, a man of epicuean not to say Falstaffian, tastes it’s good enough for Daffers. This is a hotel I have always to stay at and with a few minor criticisms I have not been disappointed. The overwhelming feelings are those of space and excellence of [...]

January 10, 2020 // 0 Comments


The good friend a heavy hitter in the ad world who stayed with us at the Marbella Club referred to it as ‘reassuringly expensive’. This was a clever ad slogan applied to a premium lager to attract a rich clientele. As I understand it, it means that it is intended to be expensive as [...]

September 24, 2019 // 0 Comments

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