Nick Savage

2 weeks ago | escapismmagazine.com | Nick Savage |Matt Buckley

It’s always a bit shocking to hear someone British say, “I’ve never been to Scotland” – especially if they’ve lived in the UK their entire life. One look at its offerings and there’s simply no excuse. From a rich seam of historical significance to storybook castles, grand manor houses and a revivified fine dining scene – not to mention ample whisky opportunities – Scotland is one of our favourite places to live it large.

1 month ago | escapismmagazine.com | Nick Savage

The tourist-magnetic wool towns of south Suffolk are river-like in that they swell with visitors during the spring and summer months but are tranquil and still when the weather cools down. Venture eastwards from Sudbury, but not as far as Bildeston, and you’ll happen upon the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it village of Chelsworth. The hamlet boasts a population of 120 inhabitants in its picturesque calico-coloured farmhouses.

2 months ago | escapismmagazine.com | Nick Savage

Prefer your hotels with plaudits? Aleenta Phuket is a boutique resort with a Michelin Key and a proud member of the Leading Hotels of the World. Comprised solely of private suites, each offers at least 80 square metres of living space, floor-to-ceiling windows, a private pool and beach access just minutes away. Wellness bunnies rejoice – Aleenta boasts a spa worthy of its soaking salts. The Ayurah Spa & Wellness Centre stands shoulder-to-shoulder with the best of The White Lotus.

2 months ago | escapismmagazine.com | Nick Savage

It’s like something out of a dream sequence. As I chase two ageing Cantonese pastors through the Aberdeen Wholesale Fish Market on the southern coast of Hong Kong Island, I slip through a puddle of fish refuse. Left ankle inverts into a right angle and compresses sharply; there’s an audible snap as a major ligament in my foot splits apart like a too-taut guitar string. 45 minutes before, I sit at a restaurant nearby named Sun Yung Kei, when Stephen and Wilfred join the table.

Feb 12, 2025 | escapismmagazine.com | Nick Savage

On a bluebird day in October, five uniform pistachio-green Land Rover Defenders queue up in convoy formation in the courtyard of Gleneagles Hotel. After being outfitted in a bespoke Barbour jacket and driven through the heather-clad Ochil Hills of Perthshire, I gaze downwards at a freshwater loch from under the awnings of a canvas tent bristling with lobster, smoked salmon, and highballs poured with Glenfiddich Grand Cru and pine soda.