Tat London Journal

I used to think my bucket list began and ended with the Orient Express. Not very imaginative, I know — but I am, after all, a woman who loves to laze, imbibe beauty, and drink on public (and not so public) transport, so it always felt like the perfect fit.

London never ceases to surprise me. Having lived in West London all my life, you'd think my curiosity might have eventually led me to Osterley House. But no. Somehow, I missed it.

Wales is a poetic place, offering everyone a home—whether in the height of summer or those weekends that crawl into autumn. As Dylan Thomas put it, “Wales is a land of sea and castles, of mountains and miners, and of small coal-black towns huddled under the wings of the hills.” The coal may be mostly gone, but the castles, the sea, the mountains, and the endless hills remain.