Summer in the capital is all fun and games until the shiny skyscrapers reflect the sun and sizzle the streets below and the piles of concrete become giant ovens, leaving little respite from the ...

It’s a cold winter’s evening but I’m spending it outside, in a swimming costume, sixteen floors up in the rooftop pool of the new art’otel overlooking Battersea Power Station. I've got goosebumps, but ...