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Melissa Kite

Americans think they want the ‘real Ireland.’ They don’t

As the first Americans of the season got out of their car I scrunched up my face and groaned. “They’re all like that, remember?” said the builder boyfriend. “What if the bed gives way?” I demanded. “How will they even fit in the bed?” The BB shrugged. “Who cares?” he said, with his usual sunny attitude. I don’t mean to suggest these people were overweight. I mean they were giants. I’m sure their depth was right for their height. There was just an awful lot of them, and we are not the Premier Inn, with super-king beds that sleep two medium-sized horses. She was in sportif wear. He was tousle-haired and bearded, dressed in a flowing shirt and baggy trousers.

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Nicholas Farrell

My heated argument about Italy’s birthrate

Dante’s Beach, Ravenna We were having dinner in the Osteria del Tempo Perso (the Hostelry of Lost Time). It is in the old city which in the 5th century was the last capital of the western Roman empire as, besieged by various types of barbarian, the final fall drew ever nearer. I was drinking again. The rules are simple: I can drink when abroad, defined as anywhere outside the province of Ravenna, which I rarely leave; or else when anyone foreign – i.e. non-Italian – comes to visit, which is even rarer. My younger brother Simon, the KC, had come for a long weekend with his second wife Cyrena, two of his four children from his first marriage, Sam (33) and Rufus (28), and his stepdaughter, Jemima (22).

Gage Klipper

Croquet hasn’t quite gone away

Growing up, I remember a set of strange colored mallets that occupied a dusty corner of the family garage. My mother had purchased them as a novelty, I learned, in an effort to take up croquet when she bought her first weekend home upstate. She had fond memories of playing croquet as a child, but to me it always rang somewhat ironic: the city slicker’s romantically anachronistic idea of, “What else is there to do in the country?” So when I got invited to this year’s Annapolis Cup – the 42nd annual croquet match between St. John’s College and the US Naval Academy – I wasn’t sure what to make of it. My first instinct was to assume it was a gag, a silly put-on for charity.

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Peter Watson

Palm Beach is religious about real estate

A reporter, writing in one of the local rags recently, observed that “Palm Beach does not take itself too seriously.” Er… wrong. Very wrong. Palm Beach takes itself very seriously indeed and, as the location with the greatest density of billionaires, why not? And the two things it takes most seriously are money and property. As I have remarked here before, property prices are close to being a religion in Palm Beach. Not a day goes by without the local “shiny sheet” reporting the latest property price news, mostly a happily reassuring dollar figure for this condo or that beachfront palace. Given this, well, preoccupation, it is no surprise that we now have two new concepts in property. These are “property promiscuity” and “polydomary.

Ruaridh Nicoll

The marvels of Cuba’s national botanic gardens

The last time I visited Cuba’s national botanic gardens, there was a wedding in a tucked-away corner by the Japanese pool. The happy couple stood at the water’s edge as jacanas – Jesus birds – walked the lily pads behind them. I have been thinking about that couple, as we’ve just heard that the botanics have closed due to the oil blockade the US is imposing on the island. The gardens were an escape in a collapsing city, not that we could still reach them, as there is no fuel. I have a small boy, Santiago, and it’s hard to entertain him in these trying times. On calm days, there is the beach, the beautiful miles of sand to the city’s undeveloped east, but with an empty gas tank, that too is out of reach.

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Ivo Dawnay

Gone fishing: In the Andean foothills of Northern Patagonia, the wild trout are biting

The casa grande could be an ancient chalet in the Austrian Tyrol. A steeply gabled roof to slough off the winter snow, dandelion-yellow paintwork, and inside a treasure trove of all an outdoorsman loves. Antlers jostle for space on every wall. There is a tack room thick with the leathery tang of saddles, a bathroom with 1950s rifle magazines for idle reading, and everywhere photos of family, ancient and modern, often with a trophy – deer, vast mountain goat, or even puma. But it is the array of polo cups that gives away the location.

Amy Raphael

Colm Tóibín explores the art of short story writing

When I was 20 and tentatively trying to write, every single person I knew read Ian McEwan’s First Love, Last Rites (1975). It not only gave the short story a good name, but it also gave writing a good name. It was like a punk moment converted into fiction. People used the word “macabre,” but there was a sort of excitement about the characters, the strangeness of the stories, the shortness of some of the stories and just how much contemporary urban life was in them. Often people suggest I investigate a writer. I was in Toronto about 20 years ago when someone told me about the extraordinary Canadian writer Alistair MacLeod. He had written two books of short stories which were republished in 2000 in one volume called Island: The Collected Stories.

Bridget Arsenault

A new vintage

Washington, DC might not seem the obvious choice for Britain’s oldest wine and spirits merchant to establish its first US outpost, eschewing more likely suspects such as, say, Manhattan. But that’s exactly what Berry Bros. & Rudd, founded in 1698 opposite St. James’s Palace in London, has done. “We’ve quickly earned recognition across all of DC, as well as Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, and more,” says Jamie Ritchie, the company’s longtime managing director. “The news that we’re here spread quickly because it’s a smaller population, a smaller competitive set. People are aware we’ve arrived.” ‘If you spend too much time looking backwards you tend to bump into the future.

Eric Walker

What lies beneath

Every J Craft’s retro-style hull conceals ultramodern comforts and a setup fit for a tech-savvy Viking If you are familiar with the Ship of Theseus paradox, you’ll know that dating back to the Greeks, the famous philosophical question is this: if a boat has all its components replaced, is it at the end still the same boat? Every J Craft’s retro-style hull conceals ultramodern comforts and a setup fit for a tech-savvy Viking In Sweden there is a near modern-day version of this taking place every year at the J Craft shipyard on the island of Gotland.

Joanne Glasbey

How luxury pen company Yard-O-Led is setting today’s digital and disposable world to writes

One day during my first job as an aspiring journalist at a serious newspaper, the editor told me how much he liked my writing. Flushing with pride, I asked which particular piece I’d penned. “No!” he interrupted abruptly, before I’d even finished my question. “I mean your handwriting.” It was the note I’d scrawled rather than any article I’d labored over that had caught his eye. Curiously, ever since I was calligraphy-shamed by a teacher for blotty, illegible cursive writing at a young age and attempted to recreate the italic script a friend had learned, handwriting has played a significant role in my life. There was the person I’d sent a written message requesting information for a story, who wanted to meet me because he admired my handwriting.

Zack Christenson

Exploring the world’s oceans with the world’s most interesting man

“You can just do things.” It’s a popular phrase on X, usually in response to someone accomplishing something remarkable, taken to mean that there’s nothing stopping you from doing something out of the ordinary. SpaceX might post video of a rocket landing – “you can just do things.” Victor Vescovo might be the living embodiment of the phrase. My first introduction to Vescovo was an email from him, extending an invitation to be a guest at his table for the Explorers Club Annual Dinner. The name was vaguely familiar to me but didn’t immediately register. Who was this mysterious correspondent?

Simon de Burton

Get your paddles ready for spring hammer time

As the high-end auction year gets underway in earnest, interesting lots are coming under the hammer over the next few months, ranging from wines forming the second-largest collection in Europe to American muscle cars, and from images created by one of the world’s most celebrated photographers to the multi-million­-dollar paintings collected by a former US ambassador. Here are some select lots. Sebastião Salgado: A Life’s Voyage; Phillips, New York April 2-10 (online) The death of Sebastião Salgado last year deprived the world of one of its most influential photographers. The Brazilian lensman was renowned for his brilliantly framed shots of manual laborers working under harsh conditions in under-developed countries.

Rachel Johnson

An Englishwoman’s home is her castle

An imposing castle that has been in the same family for 200 years, and was featured as the location for Shiv and Tom’s wedding in Succession, is well worth a visit. And now you can hire this very big house in the country for your own discerning yet hedonistic fun. “What is luxury now,” asks Imogen Hervey-Bathurst, scraping her raven hair from her pale face and ruby-red lips. “It’s authenticity, it’s soul, it’s comfort, combined with bacchanalian, opulent drama in a historic family home,” she continues, with a naughty flash. “Eastnor is, glamorous, it’s grand, it’s relaxed.

Thursday

Peter Howarth

Giorgio Armani: coming to America

After being put on the “worst dressed” list for the 1989 Oscars at which she won Best Actress for The Accused, Jodie Foster decided that she needed professional fashion help. Giorgio Armani answered the call. “For the next Oscars, I wore a beautiful and striking cream-colored tuxedo chosen for me by Mr. Armani, and guess what… I was on the ‘best dressed’ list!” recalled the actor. “From then, Armani has been my go-to designer, and he has done many of my costumes on screen as well. In 1991, I finally met him – I had the honor of having Mr. Armani personally fit me for the Oscars. We spoke in French, and it was like being directed by Visconti, or painted by Picasso – in other words, it was a moment with a master... a treasure in time.

Simon Mills

Max Cooper: the billion-dollar man

Maximillion Cooper is the ringmaster of a 21st-century Wacky Races for a high-powered bunch of people who come together in a spirit of adventure On June 4 this year the annual Gumball 3000 rally will rumble out of Miami, beginning a 3,000-mile route from Miami to Mexico City, taking in Florida’s Amelia Island, New Orleans, Austin, and Monterrey. Running concurrent to the FIFA World Cup, the high-revving, tire-squealing, and donutting motorcade, part automotive concours, part luxe endurance, but mostly grand-flex event, will comprise multi-millions of dollars’ worth of vehicular exotica, piloted by superwealthy petrolheads, celebrity participants, professional drivers, and a whole lot of V12 cylinder hedonists.

James Gurney

The dram is in the details

Away from the hard-luxury world of Lalique bottles (sorry, “decanters”) art labels, and rare-wood boxes, the whiskey world has evolved a niche that focuses on data and details and speaks more directly to a younger audience. Independent bottling favors discovery and knowledge over branding or partnerships, and typically these whiskeys are from casks that the distillers use to adjust larger batches – achieving consistency across large volumes doesn’t happen by accident. The casks will be the same age and have the same water and malt but will have been matured in different conditions.

James Gurney

Hitting the bricks: Click by click, Lego has built its way to the apex of mechanical culture

Once upon a time, Lego was just a toy that we grew out of. Except that it never really was just a toy, and the generations that grew up with the clever building system never forgot the lessons it taught in mechanical thinking, or lost the fascination with structure, motion, and cause-and-effect that it engendered. More powerfully, Lego taps into the desire to create order and pattern (who doesn’t remember the frustration of right brick, wrong color?) that also drives the collecting impulse. Given all that, it was only a matter of time before Lego grew up, too. And grow up it has, with luxury car makers from Ferrari and McLaren to Porsche happy to actively collaborate on limited-edition models for Lego’s Technic Ultimate Car Concept series.

Mark Hooper

License to twill: Redesigned for 007, the Riviera Polo gets even smoother for its big 20

In a small town south-west of Nottingham in England’s East Midlands, lies one of the world’s true textile pioneers. Founded in 1860, Sunspel has been quietly revolutionizing the industry by developing ever-better quality fabrics. As a specialist in luxury underwear for men, having introduced the boxer short to Britain in 1947, it was ideally placed when the T-shirt evolved from under- to outerwear (thanks to its adoption by American G.I.s and Hollywood antiheroes such as Marlon Brando and James Dean). Sunspel’s trademark crew-neck style T-shirt, in its smoother finish, has since become the staple by which all others are measured.

Tracey Llewellyn

Oh buoy: Luxury watch brands and the emotionally loaded arena of sailing

There is something faintly absurd about a modern sailor checking the tide on a mechanical wristwatch before leaving the dock. It’s a defiant act of Luddism. Whether it is TAG Heuer’s new Seafarer – a revival of a sun-bleached Abercrombie & Fitch regatta chronograph – or IWC’s technical Portugieser Yacht Club Moon & Tide, the implication is that the information cannot be found on the GPS already blinking somewhere on the boat. The comedy sharpens when you remember that sailing, at the top end, has long since escaped the romance of canvas and teak. Today’s elite yachts are machines for people who find the wind a nuisance best managed by an algorithm. Foils hum with the clinical efficiency of a private equity firm’s server room.

Mark Hooper

A shoe in: The handmade British footwear that’s keeping pace with the times

An icon of British craftsmanship, Edward Green has been handmaking shoes in Northampton, the home of the UK’s shoemaking industry, for 136 years. The original Edward Green’s vision – to attract the best craftsmen, united under the slogan “excellence without compromise” – still holds true today, with 60 skilled artisans using techniques that have been passed down and honed through the generations. Supply is strictly limited to 350 pairs of shoes a week – the maximum it can create without compromising on the excellence that is ingrained in the brand’s DNA. Its illustrious list of clients includes Ernest Hemingway, Cole Porter, and Edward, Duke of Windsor. Visiting the factory, I was struck by the sense of quiet, confident pride that pervades the building.