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I live in Britain’s best smallest city that ‘invented tourism’

IF YOU told me there was a place that had the streets of Paris but in England, I wouldn’t believe you.

But there is, and after years of living in London, New York and Los Angeles, I decided to move back to the storied cosmopolis that is Canterbury.

Canterbury has been named the best small city in the UK by The TelegraphCredit: Sarah Ivens

Canterbury has just been named the best small city in the UK by The Telegraph, and it isn’t hard to see why.

With a wealth of glorious green spaces, museums, ‘traditional meets trendy’ pubs, inviting restaurants and unique shops, the UNESCO World Heritage Site city in The Garden of England leaves me with a grateful heart.

I first fell in love with its cobbled, meandering streets and willowy riverbank walks as a student at the university here in the 1990s, where I met my husband.

When we finally decided it was time to bring our family home to the UK after two decades living in the US, there was only one place on our list.

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And three years after our return, I still get a buzz walking past the hodgepodge of medieval taverns and churches immortalised in the novels of one of the city’s biggest fans, Charles Dickens.

Here’s my insider guide to get the best out of this glorious city, whether you’re coming for the day or a week.

Canterbury technically invented tourism when it started making the most of the martyrdom of Saint Thomas Becket, who was murdered in the cathedral in 1170, encouraging people to travel to the site for miracles and blessings, and stay for the fine ale and feasts.

Today, the UK’s oldest cathedral and the Mother Church of the worldwide Anglican community, is still a beautiful place to spend a peaceful few hours.

You can admire the breathtaking stained-glass windows, gawp at the tombs of The Black Prince and Henry IV, or explore the wildflower gardens that surround the Gothic cloisters.

And with the first female archbishop in the cathedral’s 1400-year history being enthroned this month, there’s never been a more meaningful time to visit.

Tickets start from £18 per person and include exhibitions, mini talks and activity trails.

Under 18s can go free when accompanied by one paying adult (max two children per adult).

Social media had recently been alive with comparisons between Canterbury and Paris, thanks to both cities’ abundance of pavement cafes and tree-lined streets.

The cities are only being 177 miles apart and my car even picks up French radio stations.

“For me, Canterbury feels like a tiny English version of a Paris arrondissement… a storybook full of historic wonders,” agreed my friend Marie, a Parisian who has called Canterbury home for the last five years.

Canterbury feels like a tiny English version of a Paris arrondissementCredit: Sarah Ivens

“I fell in love with its quirky tea rooms, independent boutiques, traditional
pubs and cathedral bells.

“Plus, this place has really friendly locals, who are way more welcoming and laid-back than the people you will find in most French cities!”

For the best of France right here in England, wander The King’s Mile and pop to local gourmands for sweet treats, including Madame Oiseau Chocolatiers for handmade truffles.

Or head into Café Turquoise for delicately fragrant macaroons, and there’s A. T. Patisserie as well, which has inventive eclairs that make your mouth scream hallelujah.

There is even a famous haunted Crooked House BookshopCredit: Sarah Ivens

Our shopping definitely compares in originality to the greatest global metropolises.

From the rare gems waiting to be discovered in the infamously wonky and haunted Crooked House Bookshop (where every penny made goes to support a local charity, Catching Lives), to the made-and-glazed-onsite teapots designed by a husband-and-wife team in Canterbury Pottery.

Another spot worth exploring is The Goods Shed – an indoor farmer’s market which boasts farm-fresh soups and stews.

Thanks to Canterbury having the UK’s biggest student-to-resident ratio, the vintage shops are abundant and full of quirky finds.

Check out the Cathedral Quarter’s Superstore, Retro Remix and Karma too.

You’ll leave with a head full of history and a bag full of pre-loved treasures for much less than you’d pay in a bigger city.

Every penny the bookshop makes goes to charityCredit: Sarah Ivens

Spring is the perfect time to visit, thanks to its plethora of free parks and gardens.

Toddler’s Cove is an action-packed mecca for the under-eight-year-olds, which is just along from Westgate Gardens, with its award-winning flower displays and views of 12th-century towers – the oldest surviving gateway in the country.

Inside the towers is now a museum, escape room and a kid-friendly restaurant called The Pound (don’t miss the spicy chicken
sandwich).

Entrance to the old gaol (jail) museum is free with every meal.

After people-watching on the patio, walk past the controversial new statue of a drowning Ophelia (Shakespeare was inspired to write her character after being transfixed with a similar local scandal).

It is next to The Guildhall – where a young Mozart performed – which houses a great coffee shop.

You can also jump onboard a chauffeured punt for a dreamy historic tour
along the River Stour.

Back on dry land, head to local boy Orlando Bloom’s favourite restaurant, Café des Amies, which serves the best Tex-Mex I’ve ever tasted (and I lived in Austin for seven years).

If you’re up for more action, rent your own paddleboard or kayak from Canoe Wild for a sunset paddle along the river to gaze upon the resident beavers (from £40 per person).

You can go on a chauffeured punt for a dreamy historic tour tooCredit: Alamy

The brand-new Canterbury Tales Experience is a state-of-the-art interactive, immersive journey through the stories of Geoffrey Chaucer – with holograms and actors, sounds and smells of the 13th century.

The experience ends up in a pub too, where you can meet the Father of English Literature himself.

A family ticket for two adults, three kids costs £60.

Other cultural must-dos include the Roman Museum, which gives a family
friendly insight into life in Roman Britain, built around the remains of an original Roman

Another option is Town House, which is complete with stunning mosaics (Adults, £11; children £5.50) and the free Beaney House of Art & Knowledge, which hosts workshops, art shows and exhibitions for all ages throughout the year.

It is also the home of a few of Canterbury’s most beloved fictional characters, including Rupert the Bear and Bagpuss.

For more cities to explore in the UK, here’s the UK’s smallest city with a pretty high street and 26 nearby beaches.

Plus, our expert picks for UK staycation trips to banish post-summer blues – including free hidden gems for kids & £1.50 meals.

If the weather isn’t too great, then check out the new Canterbury Tales ExperienceCredit: Alamy

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‘Children see magic in the smallest adventures’: exploring Scotland with my four-year-old | Highlands holidays

‘There! There – I can see it!” The cries of my four-year-old echoed around the ruins of 13th-century Urquhart Castle, causing a group of US tourists to come running over to the corbelled bartizans (overhanging turrets) where we stood. “It’s Nessie, I saw her,” he insisted, pointing at the ripples spinning out from the back of a sightseeing vessel on Loch Ness.

This was day four of a budget, week-long Scotland adventure for the two of us, and we were spending the day in Drumnadrochit, on the shores of the country’s most famous body of water, looking for the fabled monster.

It wasn’t the first time that reality and wishful thinking had seemingly combined on this holiday. When I told people I was going to take my son on a week-long trip across Scotland and my budget was £500, they were sceptical – especially as we were travelling in the school holidays. But as a woman who likes a challenge, I was up for proving them all wrong.

We’d begun our adventure in Glasgow, having travelled by train (£30), then picked up a cheap hire car for the five-hour drive to the Isle of Skye. Accommodation on Skye is pricey, but I had a secret weapon – my tent.

The car journey was punctuated by stops at lochs so enchanting they could have been lifted from the pages of a children’s book. We finally reached the island and checked in at Camping Skye, a community-owned campsite by the sea in Broadford. For the £16 cost of a pitch, we spent the evening playing beneath the flanks of Beinn na Caillich, eating chips and mushy peas from the local shop, and roasting marshmallows on a firepit.

Camasunary Bay near Elgol on the Isle of Skye was a hit with Phoebe Smith’s son. Photograph: Phoebe Smith

The next morning, primed for a mini-expedition and stocked up with supplies, we drove to the southern enclave of Elgol. The crowds who flock to the island for the Fairy Pools and spectacular Quiraing rock forms melted away as we went deeper into the countryside. We pulled over at a nondescript parking area and I explained the plan to my son. We were going to walk about 2.5 miles (4km) to our accommodation – and no, mummy couldn’t carry him as I would be carrying all our supplies. Excited by the carrot on a stick in the form of a bag of Percy Pigs, we set off, me with a full backpack, him clad in waterproofs, clutching a walking pole.

“I can do this. It’s going to be hard, but it’s going to be worth it,” I heard him muttering to himself as the ascent kicked in. Along the way I pointed out the purple petals of the devil’s-bit scabious flower – mythology claims the devil was so enraged by the plant’s healing properties that he chewed its roots, leaving them short and jagged. My son loved how stories such as this and the landscape combined, and it distracted him from the climb. When we reached the highest point, we could see down to Camasunary Bay, and the thought of playing on the beach made our descent fly by.

Our accommodation was a free (unbookable) bothy and, being first to arrive, we picked the top bunk of the sleeping platform, and I laid out our things. As more people came, my boy confidently greeted the guests as though welcoming them into his own home, proudly telling them this was his first bothy.

Reindeer in the Cairngorms national park. Photograph: Simon Whaley Landscapes/Alamy

That evening was spent running around on the near-black sand beach just outside the door, making trenches, cooking pesto pasta on my camping stove and laughing at the “loo with a view” that sits above the bothy on the hillside.

Having stayed in many bothies over the past 15 years, I had wondered how taking a child would pan out. But his presence brought everyone together in an amazing way, and by 9pm all 12 residents were fast asleep, likely lulled by the white noise I was playing for him on my phone.

Next morning, my son’s determination to reach the car was only eclipsed by his desire to have ice-cream for breakfast, which I had promised as an incentive to climb up the hill. He was beaming with pride when he told the owner of The Creel pop-up cafe by Elgol harbour that he’d walked more than 5 miles “all by myself” and made friends in a bothy.

From there, it was back to the mainland and a two-hour drive on to Drumnadrochit for a stay in a private room at Loch Ness Backpackers Lodge (£60), with an afternoon spent in the nearby Loch Ness Centre, learning all about Nessie. After the novelty of sharing a bunk bed (me on top, him below), the next day was reserved for paddling in the shallows of the loch, running around the aforementioned Urquhart Castle and getting visitors’ hopes up with proclaimed sightings of the legendary plesiosaur.

That afternoon we journeyed to our final stop – the Cairngorms national park. At the reindeer centre in Glenmore Forest, we met the UK’s only free-ranging herd (which had been brought here to be checked over by a vet) and joined a scavenger hunt designed to teach children about these creatures. We ended the day at Loch Morlich, building sandcastles with children my son befriended in that easy way kids seem to do. I pointed up to the summit of Cairn Gorm – the sixth highest mountain in Britain. “That,” I told him, “is where we go tomorrow.”

Phoebe Smith’s son was happy to walk miles with the right incentives. Photograph: Phoebe Smith

After a night in a camping pod at the Speyside Trust’s Badaguish outdoor centre (£75), we braved the mountain during rain squalls on a guided hike (£35) which involved taking the mountain railway to Ptarmigan top station at 1,097m, then an hour’s walk to the summit. As we stood on the misty peak, our guide told us we were at 1,245m. I’ve never seen such a proud look on my son’s face.

The UK’s highest restaurant, the Ptarmigan, sits at the railway’s top station, and we indulged in hot chocolate before exploring the learning zone’s exhibition, with its panoramic film showcasing the landscapes around us in much better weather than we experienced. There are also interactive sandboxes where children can create their own natural environments. We rounded off the day by taking the train back down and going tubing (£15pp), laughing gleefully as we slid down the purpose-built dry slope in giant rubber rings.

Determined to make the journey home part of the adventure, I had booked the sleeper train back to London – our biggest indulgence at £170 for a cabin with a private loo and shower. Dusk hit as we boarded in Inverness, and the sky began to turn black outside the picture windows while we ate macaroni cheese in the dining car and my son told incredulous strangers about our adventures.

The truth is that kids love holidays – but they love spending time with their parents most of all. And by taking my son on my kind of adventure, I had bonded with him in a way I never thought possible. Children see magic in even the smallest of adventures – and their enthusiasm is utterly infectious. Our total spend after six days away was just under £500 which, when I think of the memories we have made, and the stories my son continues to tell, seems to me the best buy ever – even more fantastical than a magic monster that lives in Scotland’s largest loch.

Phoebe Smith is the author of Wayfarer: Love, Loss and Life on Britain’s Pilgrim Paths (Harper North). To buy a copy for £9.89, go to guardianbookshop.com. Delivery charges may apply



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‘I own the smallest house in Britain and the last tenant was too tall to live there’

Owning the smallest house in Britain comes with its fair share of history and responsibility, but the owner’s ancestor only bought it for a mere £20

Year in, year out, tourists flock to this seaside village to see what is known as Britain’s tiniest home, and day in, day out, its owner is still in shock at just how much attraction it continues to gain.

Jan Tyley inherited the little red house in Conwyn, Wales, from her mother’s cousin back in 2015, and over 10 years later, she is heading up a small business that continues to boom, all thanks to its unusually small size.

Measuring just 72 inches wide and 122 inches high, it holds the official World Record of being the smallest house within the British Isles – a phenomenon that draws in roughly 50-60,000 visitors each year.

The origins of the place sit way back in her family, when her great-great-grandfather bought it in 1891 as a letting property with a sitting tenant. Jan shared: “He was called Robert Jones, and the sitting tenant was called Robert Jones, which has created a lot of confusion over the years.”

Tenants of the past

Robert, the tenant, was a six-foot-three fisherman who was living there up until 1899, when the local council decided that it was not, in fact, a house fit for human habitation.

“I’m 5’7″, and I have to duck to go in, and I frequently forget to come out again,” Jan joked. “So you can imagine what a sore back he must have had.”

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There was no toilet, but instead a shared toilet with the cottages beside it, and so, they threatened to tear it down.

Disheartened and unsure what to do, the landlord was chatting to his friends at the pub, one of whom was the editor of the North Wales Weekly News, Roger Dawson, who suggested it may be the smallest in the country. This led them on a wild pursuit in which they travelled across the UK measuring numerous houses, after advertising the quest in newspapers.

In turn, the council agreed for it to stay put, but that nobody could actually live in it. “So being the enterprising chap, um, my great-great-grandfather said, ‘Well, I’ll turn it into a tourist attraction,'” Jan explained. In May 1900, it became a tourist attraction, and the family never looked back.

The building remains dressed as it was when it was last lived in in 1900, Jan confirmed. Unfortunately, being open to the public has meant they have seen a few items go missing over the years.

While it’s bursting with humorous stories and tales of those who once lived in this tiny abode, the reasoning for them inhabiting such an uncomfortably small space is a lot darker.

“It’s a real testament to the shortage of property in Conwy and how people wanted to live in a house of their own, because sadly the alternative was a poorhouse,” Jan explained.

“When Robert Jones, the last tenant, had to move out, that’s where he ended up. He was in the poorhouse, and sadly that’s where he died. So that’s why, although it’s tiny, people didn’t have a problem living there.”

During the 18th and 19th centuries in Wales, poorhouses were institutions designed for the less fortunate, with conditions made to be ‘prison-like’ in a bid to deter those in financial need from seeking help. Inhabitants were forced into rigid, segregated and often unsanitary living conditions, and so while the cottage was small, it was somewhere people could call their own.

According to records, there was shockingly a family of six all living within the tiny home – a mum and dad and four children. The little one’s beds were believed to be hammocks, which hooked on to the walls and sat in between the beams.

The house today

While the property remains in Jan’s hands, and with no looming threats from the council anytime soon, it continues to be a tourist attraction.

However, the one shift she has noticed in recent years is a rather unusual request, not from landlords or the council, but from YouTubers hoping to immerse themselves in the 1800s experience and share it online.

“I’ve had lots of YouTubers who say, ‘Oh, can we stay the night?’ and they think they’re the first one to think about it. Except, I probably get three or four of them a year.”

Although the house is closed during the winter, from March it is open seven days a week, from 10am right up until 4pm, and Jan has a team of people helping to keep the whole thing running.

“I have a team of eight lovely ladies who do the shift. So, we have two shifts a day. I take my turn on the door as well, but I live about half an hour’s drive away.”

Originally, Jan was living in Oxford, but after inheriting the property, she moved closer to the North Wales spot to take on its wealth of responsibilities.

But for her, it seems a worthwhile decision. She said: “It never ceases to surprise me how many people come to see it each year and from all over the world, which is amazing.

“I’m still amazed at how many people do come through our doors. We probably could get more if we were bigger, but then that wouldn’t be the point.”

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