Written by Travel Journalist, Rosalyn Wikeley

The brass caps of my Corduroy Weekender have barely touched the ground this year, with a thrilling mix of Alpine and city escapades. 

The strap on the bag that allows it to slide over a wheely bag really came into its own while zipping through Heathrow with a 1 year old en route to Geneva. We spent a week in Megeve, where I wrote about Alpaga Hotel & Chalets on the fringes of the Alpine town and then, high above it, Four Seasons Megeve whose Rothschild heritage is still keenly felt (and whose steamy outdoor pool was a real head turner).

The Corduroy Weekender then stayed on home turf for the large part of February – piled into the back of the car for country hotel escapes and city jaunts. Highlights included No.15 Guest House Bath for its doll’s house-style Georgian appeal and plum position near Bath’s warren of artisanal boutiques, and The Lost Poet – my new Notting Hill pied-à-terre and a sanctuary of cool and calm just above Portobello Market’s antique treasures. 

The Weekender’s long crossbody straps were a welcome touch as I legged it through the airport (hands-free) for another Alpine adventure last weekend. I’m writing now from Courchevel, which has really switched on its sunny charm for those cruisey reds to long, rosé-fuelled lunches. I’m here with friends have written a guide to the resort’s hotels for Condé Nast Traveller for those in need of any tips. 

Next up for the Corduroy Weekender: Paris and Rome. Fully loaded with laptops, silky evening dresses and, finally, several pairs of sunglasses, it’s looking forward to some city chic.