River Orwell  My favourite place is no tropical, exquisite country or luxury.  It is simply where I learned one of my greatest skills – sailing – on the waters of the River Orwell.            Faster, Faster, Faster!  We raced in the thunderous wind.  Floating out of the water with swan like grace.  The vibrant lush trees…

Approach any experienced diver and mention to them the destination they dream about travelling to, their answer will very likely be Raja Ampat. If they haven’t as yet been there, it is surely number one on their bucket list. And if they have indeed indulged in those lush aqua waters, they’re no doubt fantasizing about…

“Are we there yet?” My brother whined, for what seemed like the hundredth time. I ignored him, rolling my eyes. He opened his mouth again to complain, but fell silent when he saw the thunderous look on my face. Every summer, my mum and I drag my dad and my brother out of bed and…

I am nine years old. My hair is taut with the braids I have forcefully pulled them into at dawn. I rest beneath our faded blanket, a place of security and warmth from the morning cold and my rosy cheek lays somewhat uncomfortably against the slate colored interior door of our Subaru. I see paths…

I was sitting in the back of the open air Land Rover, when the call went up, “Look a herd of buffalo!”. Instantly every head swivelled in the direction of the great creatures. As we drew nearer, the stench of the brutes graced us with its presence. Suddenly the heard was spooked and he buffaloes…

Sailing to Alderney We arrived at about four o’clock, the scorching sun baking the rocky island of Alderney, after a long, peaceful day sailing across the English Channel. Menacing rocks erupted from the seabed, black and jagged with all sorts of nooks and crannies in which the exotic sea birds made their nests.                 They dived…

The waves lapping on the golden sands, removing all previous marks of existence. With each sweep, the sea exchanges rocks and driftwood with the beach. The sands soaking in the water as the tides come in, and then being drained when it goes out. The sound of water gushing in, to meet the edges of…

Kit Chatterton Les Contamines When we arrived at Les Contamines, we saw the sun glisten on the snow. I sledged down the puffs of snow straight away, looking up at the chalet the whole time. The next day, our car started up with a juddery hum. As soon as we got to the resort, I…

The mountains soar up into the sky, touching the clouds. Cable cars reach into the heavens and touch the beautiful sky. The crystal blue sea is transparent as far as the eye can see. Shadows dance across the water bed as fish glide through it. Then I hear a whoosh, a shout, and a scream.…