Escaping Manhattan during the summer months is a storied (and sensible) pursuit, and those of us who can’t afford to take a cottage or beach house for the whole of July and August remain enviously in situ. The Berkshires (pronounced berk, not bark) are a range of hills up in Massachusetts which have long provided a summer retreat from New York and Boston, and we were delighted when some good friends invited us to drive up with them last Friday for a weekend break. Continue reading
When we were looking into arrangements for our Vermont ski trip, how to get to the mountain was (unsurprisingly) a key consideration. As often seems to be the case, driving seemed to be the most financially economical option, despite it being nearly an 800 mile round trip, so we rented a car and allocated a day for travelling in each direction. So far, not all that interesting, but actually we had quite a nice time en route.