For over a century, every single motorcycle bearing the iconic spread-wing eagle logo, known as The Eagle Of Mandello, has been built in the same spot: Mandello del Lario, a postcard-perfect town nestled on the dramatic eastern shores of Lake Como in northern Italy. The factory has been looking out over the shores of Lake Como since 1921.
There are sensible ways to test a compact family SUV. You could take it to the supermarket, fill the boot with shopping and fill the back with kids. Or you could point it north from Hampshire, drive to Aberdeen, divert through the Cairngorms and see whether it still feels like a good idea several hundred miles later.
The latter seemed more like me.
The queue for LeShuttle's Flexiplus lounge told its own story. McLarens, Ferraris, Lamborghinis — you name them, they were there, idling politely in line like schoolboys waiting for the tuck shop to open, their owners doing that studied nonchalance that only a man leaning against half a million pounds of carbon fibre can attempt.
The early afternoon sunshine is streaming through my wide-open window. There’s a gentle breeze carrying with it the chitter-chatter from the terrace down below. I’m curled up on my sun-kissed armchair, a book in one hand, and a glass of chilled rosé in the other. No children demanding snacks, my to-do list firmly cast to the back of my mind. This moment is my definition of perfection.
The Penedès isn't a place that tries to announce itself to the world. It is a rather unassuming pocket of Spain that takes immense pride in its vineyards, Cavas and people. Heritage is a very important word here. It lies just an hour outside of Barcelona, so an easy day trip, or you can make the most of it and stay where we did. The beautiful and rustic Font De La Canya https://www.hotelfontdelacanya.com/en is a stone’s throw from many wineries.
There is a distinct moment when a motorcycle ceases to be merely a collection of moving components and becomes an event.
With the 2026 Pan America ST, Harley-Davidson hasn't just updated a model range; they have codified a subculture. Born from the sun-baked asphalt of the American West Coast, the Pan America ST represents a fascinating paradox: the intersection of unyielding Milwaukee iron and genuine apex-hunting intent.
Yes, I know. More rosé. I promised myself I'd move on to something else this month, but then a pair of Italian pinks landed on my table and made a nonsense of that plan. If the wines keep being this good, I'm afraid the rosé run continues — and honestly, with the sun doing what it's been doing, I don't think anyone's complaining.
These two come from Pasqua, a Veronese producer I've long admired but whose rosés I'd somehow never tried until now. Consider that oversight corrected — emphatically.
A Car With a Serious Identity Crisis, and I Mean That as a Compliment
Located in the Monadhliath Mountains just south of Inverness, Tomatin Distillery was once a quiet giant of the Highlands, famed for its massive production capacity geared towards the blending industry. The distillery has spent the last 25 years though elegantly redefining itself. Today, Tomatin is celebrated for a lighter, fruit-forward, and sophisticated portfolio of single malts.
This was not simply a visit to play golf. It was a chance to understand what the London Golf Club is trying to become, where it has come from and why, three decades after opening, it still feels like a venue with plenty of ambition left in the bag.
