Put your best foot forward

This week: a walking trip in Norfolk, island life in Naxos and Corfu, riding in Patagonia, and historical Strasbourg

hostel and catching buses or hitchhiking to beaches was top of my agenda.

Glyfada, a long, deserted beach, displayed just the beginnings of a large conspicuous hotel. Paleokastritsa was where I trod on a sea urchin. Sidari, which I reached on the back of a motorbike on a dusty road to the north, was where I swam around golden sandstone rocks.

I ate delicious oily Greek food and feta cheese, and drank the infamous retsina.

I also got very bad sunburn. Prescription in hand, I fled to the fiercelooking pharmacist who took pity on my tears and, trusting me to return with the money, presented me with antibiotics and dried chamomile flowers. That evening we brewed the little blooms – a perfect antiseptic infusion. TIZZIE COLEMAN

Riding in Patagonia

Continuing the correspondence about riding holidays (“Your Travels”, June 11) I would love to share my memories of a fine holiday in the saddle in Patagonia.

I rode at the splendid Estancia Huechahue for a week, then spent a few days in Bariloche in the Argentine Lake District. By 6.15pm, after 35 hours of travel, I was mounted on my first Criollo horse, climbing up high to reach the cliffs where condors soar.

My guide was a very rare

Norfolk Coastal Path

Blakeney Hotel, justifiably included in your round-up of summer escapes in Britain (“Spectacular stays to suit the season”, July 9), was the halfway point and jewel in the crown of our 47-mile walk from Hunstanton to Cromer on the Norfolk Coastal Path.

Four of us took five days, staying in different accommodation each night. Whispering salt-

breed – a female “gaucha”. Amelia had all the authentic attire. She was also really knowledgeable, kind and spoke excellent English.

Everyone I met in Argentina was very friendly and usually spoke good English but I got a chance to practise my basic Spanish. I loved Bariloche and had my first foreign Airbnb experience there. JUDITH TURNER marsh grasses caressed our knees as we admired the locations used by David Lean for his classic black-and-white film

We had great expectations too, as the salt marshes became expanses of clean, deserted beaches hemmed with waves of the sea. Dunes gave way to pebble shores.

The abundance of wildlife provided lots of naturalists’ haunts, not to be confused with the naturist beach

Strasbourg’s story

Stanley Johnson’s informative piece (“Why I remain a fan of Brussels”, June 18) moved me to write a follow-up on another European capital, Strasbourg.

A few hours away from Brussels by train, this stunning medieval city is on the border of France and Germany – a picture- at Holkham. Every evening’s sunset provided kaleidoscope-patterned skies, forcing us to ponder the disorientation of spectacular sunsets on the east coast. Weird! A wind farm on the distant horizon where sea meets sky accompanied us throughout. Once over the eroding cliffs, our walk ended at Cromer Pier, boasting the only “end of the pier show” in Europe. PHIL ROBINSON WINS A £250 RAILBOOKERS VOUCHER

book model of diversity and strong regional identity which has survived the tug-of-war battles for its nationality, the Occupation and the upheaval of the eurocratic invasion. The Musée Historique tells the story of the city in a highly interactive way, the statue of Gutenberg highlighting that the first newspaper was printed here. EMMA COULTER