The magic of crossing countries and continents through the darkness and why the aim is not only the destination but the pleasure of the journey itself.

By Elsa Court The morning train from New Haven to Hartford, Connecticut, was air-conditioned like public transportation only is in America. The visiting scholar had anticipated this and was wearing ...

By Fiona M Jones The snowgates open in spring, giving access across the Highlands towards Fort William.

By P.W. Lewis When it was his turn to cook, there were many things Rob didn’t know. At the age of forty-five, he should have had time to learn something, but he knew next to nothing. He knew nothin...

We continue our series of occasional short interviews with contributors and friends of Elsewhere with Becca Grady, whose writing featured in our Twilight issue.  What does home mean to you? ...

My grandmother Cäcilie, who was born in 1923 and whom we called Cilly for short, was a short, rotund woman full of energy and with a roaring, infectious laugh.