Let me be honest with you: I packed for London in August like I was going to the Sahara, then spent my first afternoon sheltering under a bus stop in Camden because the sky opened up out of nowhere. That’s August in London for you — sunny enough to need

Let me be upfront with you: July in Scotland is not what the brochures suggest. You won’t spend your days striding across sun-drenched heather in a linen dress with your hair blowing elegantly in a warm breeze. Well — you might get one afternoon like that. And it’ll be glorious.

July in London is one of those beautiful, slightly chaotic months where the city genuinely tries to convince you it’s Mediterranean. The parks are packed, the pub gardens are heaving, and for a glorious week or two, people actually eat their lunch outside without a coat. Then, somewhere around Tuesday

May in London is one of those cruel jokes the city plays on optimistic tourists. You arrive expecting the dreamy, blossom-lined streets you’ve seen on Instagram — and you get all of that, plus a surprise downpour at 2pm, a gust of wind that steals your umbrella inside-out, and a