Mark Porter

I cycle through the morning heat down the gravel path of the Provençal chateau and in the distance the sound of a piano wafts through the trees to the raucous accompaniment of an orchestra of cicadas.

Don’t laugh, but the previous time I tested an electric car I had to get the train home. And I was in Leipzig. This time I am on the Devon coast mid-way between Plymouth and Dartmouth, having driven 140 miles to the splendid Burgh Island Hotel.

By Mark Porter and Ana Pouvreau