Breakfast around the Middle East is usually a washout. Two places I’ve enjoyed it have been the Hotel Baron in Aleppo and over the border...

I saw him one last time this morning, before closing the back door and heading off to work, the little Gentleman in the Red Waistcoat,...

I bought my first book on Greek history as a small boy in a second-hand bookshop in Saffron Walden. Those great nodding crests hooked me...

My grandfather used to read a couple of pages from the Oxford English Dictionary every day throughout his retirement, telling anyone who...

I tend to approach books like this with either a degree of trepidation or resignation. As a Welshman, I have had a lifetime of smiling...

Well, we’ve had a chance for a bit of a break halfway along the Walls; there is after all, rather a lot of them to cover. A chance to...

I once turned down an invitation to meet the subject of this biography (a girl or a riot; it all seems to blur into one these days) I...

I am orthodox, you are error strewn; they are deeply heretical. We have always striven for a way to mark ourselves as part of a...

Augustine always reminded me of a clever little, provincial, mummy’s boy, who I could almost picture revelling in his Carthaginian accent...

'Here at the turn of a leaf a horseman is riding Through the space between one world And another.' I struggle in Welsh and am (I am told)...