Rosamund Pike's portrayal of Judge Jessica Parks is a high-energy performance, showcasing her ability to balance the demands of the law with her personal life. The character embodies the struggle of women who must navigate multiple roles, often sacrificing their autonomy for the needs of others.
The annual National Pub & Bar Awards nominees have just been announced, and eight London pubs have made the list of 252 pubs and bars across England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland vying for pub supremacy.
We are so excited about this new chapter for Lady of the Grapes! We're looking forward to launching a bigger space to welcome more people, bring joy through good honest French cooking and, most importantly, continue to support the talented women making delicious wine all over the world.
NIQ's exclusive PubTrack solution has published its rankings of British consumers' favourite pub operators in 2025. The lists are based on a range of metrics from last year, including overall satisfaction and value for money, the quality of drinks and service, and intentions to revisit and recommend. The feedback provides accurate insights into guests' engagement with Britain's best-known pub names, helping operators and suppliers understand brand sentiment and benchmark performance against their competitors.
Every hotel on this list has been selected independently by our editors and written by a Condé Nast Traveller journalist who knows the destination and has stayed at that property. When choosing hotels, our editors consider both luxury properties and boutique and lesser-known boltholes that offer an authentic and insider experience of a destination. We're always looking for beautiful design, a great location and warm service - as well as serious sustainability credentials.
Walking into the lobby of Treehouse Manchester, I imagined I had entered a magical forest. The walls of the hotel were clad in thin tree trunks. The check-in desk was located in a wooden cabin. Plants hung from the ceiling, and greenery and potted plants covered every surface. One pillar was entirely covered in painted, wooden birdhouses. Sofas were covered in colourful fabrics, bookcases filled with books and vintage vinyl.
By that point in my 50s, I struggled to maintain an erection naturally but it never diminished her enthusiasm in bed, or mine. For me, orgasming is just one small part of sex; with the right person, just being naked together is pure joy. Growing up with a single mother in the 1950s, I did not learn much about sex at home and I lost my virginity at university to the girl I ended up marrying.
My grandparents used to take me to the Sandford Arms across the road from their house in Leeds on a Saturday afternoon to play the jukebox and since I remember records like Boney M's Rivers of Babylon this must mean I was about four. My other grandparents, meanwhile, actually ran a pub in the city centre. Their days usually started with my grandad, who did not have the bonhomie of a natural landlord, groaning to my grandmother: You open up, Kath, I can't face it!
In Emerald Fennel's adaptation of the classic novel by Emily Brontë, when Catherine Earnshaw (Margot Robbie) marries Edgar Linton (Shazad Latif) and moves from her blustery, foreboding home of Wuthering Heights to the technicolor neighboring manor, Thrushcross Grange, he creates a bedroom that is an ode to his new bride. The pinkish walls and carpet look exactly like her skin-complete with veins and moles-and even sweat when she does.
If you're an art deco architecture geek, you'll no doubt know all about Ibex House. The shimmering pale office building, which you'll find on the east side of the Minories in the City, is renowned for its long streamline moderne curves and mesmerising black-framed windows. The vast H-shaped structure is Grade II-listed and one of London's most remarkable surviving art deco buildings.
Fish and chips is about as iconic as you can get for pub fare. It's a perfect harmony of tender, subtly sweet and briny cod with a crisp, buttery coating; plus, salty, starchy fries. The only thing a classic fish and chips meal is missing is a good beer. After all, it's a standard order in pubs, where many guests are already enjoying pints - and that's not to mention that many chefs actually batter the fish in beer.
When we told our accountant what we were planning with Honey & Smoke, he couldn't understand why we'd walk away from something so successful. But we've never been driven by playing it safe. We want to bring something that excite
The pint is served roughly. It spills as it lands on the bar, sending a little eddy of suds down the glass, into the lattice of branded rubber matting, a place where neither scrubbing brushes nor a desperate human tongue can penetrate. Typical. My 5p Reform windfall, gone in the clumsy flick of a wrist. I guard the pint carefully as I weave a perilous path to my table, quietly satisfied at pushing another struggling family closer to penury.
Scotland's Knoydart peninsula is sometimes called Britain's "last wilderness." The land juts out between Loch Nevis and Loch Hourn-that's "Loch Heaven" and "Loch Hell," respectively-and has no through roads, no connections to the U.K.'s road network. What few locals live here, in the craggy Highlands of the west coast, get around on foot, by boat, or drive between their tiny communities down narrow lanes. They help each other with whatever resources they have.
Garrington Property Finders' annual ranking is described as an impartial, objective ranking based on publicly available data across 18 categories, including proximity to open space, National Parks and Areas of Outstanding Natural Beauty, the number of listed and period homes, air quality, and crime figures. A wide range of data sources is used, including those provided by the Office for National Statistics, the Department for Levelling Up, and Natural England.
Rolling up to one of the UK's best lakeside Airbnbs means mornings peering through the windows as mist rises over the surface, afternoon calm punctuated only by the splash of a rowboat's paddle, and evenings nursing wine glasses as light fades over gently rippling waters. Truly, we're spoiled here in the UK - our little country has a glut of idyllic regions in every nook and cranny and, within them, a wonderful selection of lakeside Airbnbs offering restoration
Early in my career, I was going through a difficult chapter in work and life. Having moved down to London from Glasgow, I felt socially untethered, unsure of where I belonged. I yearned to feel part of a gang like I'd done back home, but I had no clue about how to find one. A bruising experience of redundancy hadn't helped matters.
There is an art to a proper meat pie, according to the Seattle chef and butcher Kevin Smith. The American pot pie frustrates him because it lets the pot do the heavy lifting. "The real way of doing it, for me, is to make a freestanding pie," Smith says. The pastry should hold itself up, a technique cooks in England have honed over centuries. "That is so much more theatrical."
As many of our dog-owning editors can attest (myself included) not all dog-friendly hotels in the UK are made equal. While some offer only a sole (and often squirrelled away) dog-friendly room for tiny pooches only, others treat four-legged family members of all sizes and breeds like VIP guests in their own right. Based on our own travels with furry friends in tow, the hotels
This multi-multi-million-pound paean to the black stuff, where Guinness disciples can make pilgrimage, has been on the capital's horizon for what seems like an era. The project has been tantalisingly dangled as an opening for some years, then delayed umpteen times, because, quite understandably, erecting a purpose-built, gargantuan, multi-floor Willy Wonka's Booze Factory in the West End of London for a corporate behemoth is no easy feat.
A string quartet was playing in the hotel's lobby on our arrival, and the music drifted gently through to the Green Parlour as we took our tea. The tea room itself is unmilitary in style, with lots of soft greens and botanical art on the walls. For those who like their afternoon tea with bubbles, there's a choice of English sparkling wines at the Green Parlour.
It had been trailed for a few months ahead, and I'd sworn off it; the living nightmare that was Brexit was only a few months old and Wetherspoon's Tim Martin was one of its most gracelessly triumphant fuglemen. He could keep his (incredibly cheap) pints and his (superhumanly fast) nuggets. I didn't cave piecemeal as soon as I set eyes on the Royal Victoria Pavilion, renovated, now the world's largest Wetherspoon's, I was overswept by its charm.