Paul Bloomfield

Somewhere above my head, R2D2 and the Clangers were having a right old ding-dong. At least, that's how it sou…

I'd given up trying to sleep. A pale but insistent light had been soaking through the wide skylight above my …

They say you're either a dog person or a cat person. Me, I'm a cat person. Dogs bark, and drool, and smell, a…

I nearly didn't spot that first ostrich at all. You'd think that a 9ft-high feather duster might stand out a …

God, they say, moves in mysterious ways. Even so, I wasn't expecting His wrath to be meted out by means of te…

It's a story that's all too familiar: Muslims, suffering the brutal aftermath of rebellion, flee around and a…

Stand in Cusco's central square and the city's contradictory nature quickly becomes clear. In the Plaza de Ar…

ou learn something new every day. Such as: New Zealand 's second-highest volcano, 2,518m Mount Taranaki on th…

The name Ohrid is usually greeted by blank looks - but a new air route, which launched last week, could chang…

From medieval castles to Michelin stars, Paul Bloomfield reveals the best things to experience in the Welsh n…

Friends, charge your glasses and raise a toast to St Lubbock. A century and a half ago, Sir John Lubbock auth…

There are plenty of places that merit an upgrade, and which should certainly be added to your travel wishlist…

Almost exactly 175 years ago, in 1845, HMS Erebus and HMS Terror sailed west from Disko Bay, Greenland on a p…

Propping my bike against a handy fence, I loll in blessed shade beneath clusters of ripe red and green fruit.…

The Cornish coast path almost broke me. It was a hazy June morning nearly two decades ago when I first saunte…

You see, bad is cool. Fearsome warriors enveloped in hellfire yellow and Hades red stomp and swagger to pound…

Winter brings emptier hot air balloon baskets, as well as hotels and attractions - but that's not the only ad…

The Faroe Islands are becoming particularly popular with intrepid cyclists I can't help thinking that the Vik…

I was alone on the summit of Ornfloya, and all was silent save for the swoosh of waves below. To my left stre…

Amid the silence of Noul Neamt Monastery, a whisper ruffled the silence; a murmur, a hum. Then - bearded chin…

Strange things happen after dark in St Lucia. Each night, after the swollen crimson sun melts into the lake, …

Ancasmarca is not your average service station. Downy cacti pimple a rocky ridge. A lonely caracara falcon so…

A stag roared in the hills across the Whanganui river. All else was silence. Mist quilted the treetops, muffl…

Preparing a sled for the journey The epicness kicked in even before our plane landed at Longyearbyen. The Sva…