Which of you readers know where Bermuda is on the map, where exactly in the Atlantic Ocean? Answer: 600 miles east of North Carolina and 900 miles north of the Caribbean.

This Mid-Atlantic chain of around 138 islands is completely surrounded by the most stumming of turquoise water. It’s connected by causeways and bridges, stands utterly alone with its nine parishes and population of 65,000.

For decades, the alpine town of Megève has quietly maintained its position as one of France's most elegant ski resorts. Less ostentatious than Courchevel but no less chic, it's a destination that balances heritage and sophistication, with cobbled streets, horse-drawn carriages, and views that frame Mont Blanc like a painting. While winter remains its high season, Megève is increasingly a year-round destination, with plenty to offer even after the snow begins to melt.

Ah, piloting the Bentley Flying Spur Mulliner through the Surrey Hills on the first sun-drenched days of summer is a thing of joy, a sensory feast of dappled sunlight and English countryside finery. A week spent unearthing hidden country pubs and sampling the burgeoning vineyards springing up like alcoholics at a Chelsea gallery opening—what could be more splendid?

The Power Beneath

The BMW 5 series is widely regarded as being the key stakeholder when it comes to executive driving. It just sort of materialises like a very well-dressed civil servant who’s read the briefing, made a cup of tea and is waiting for you to catch up. It doesn’t shout because it doesn’t need to. Instead, it diligently follows its own plan to be the most complete saloon in BMW’s existence.

I recently braved the Game & Wildlife Conservation Trust's 'Last Supper', hosted by Michel Roux, with a great friend, Becky. The food, predictably, was divine – a fact my expanding waistline will be reminding me of for weeks. The company was equally splendid, a collection of individuals who clearly know their way around grouse and canapés. We parted company at an hour that could charitably be described as 'lounge suits at dawn', a testament to the evening's… spirited conversation.

Seeking a respite from the everyday drizzle of London, we decided that only a weekend in Paris, ensconced in the sybaritic embrace of a Sweett Apartment, would lift us out of the doldrums. Thus, we crossed the Channel, lured by the siren call of café life and the promise of existential wellness, Parisian-style.

Venturing into Norwich with our trusty VW Touareg, we sought refuge at 38 St. Giles, a family-run B&B that whispered secrets of a bygone era, nestled snugly within the city's ancient heart. Imagine, if you will, a discreet, utterly chic private flat, the sort where celebrities vanish for a weekend of incognito indulgence. More a boutique bolthole than a mere B&B, our studio flat, accessed by our own clandestine key, boasted a generously proportioned double bed and an en-suite, albeit shower-only, bathroom – a minor quibble in the grand scheme of things.