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The making of Days Like This

This is a short video into the making of our new luxury travel magazine, Days Like This.

The title of the magazine reflects a spirit and attitude to travel that is central to the Scott Dunn approach – modern, energised and intent on creating simply the best vacation imaginable, full of memorable moments and extraordinary experiences. We asked the marketing team what their “Day Like This” would look like. Apologies in advance for the clichés and cheese…

Al fesco lunch

Bee Haywood: July, in a villa, right on the sea, a big group of close friends and not a cloud in the sky. The day would start, as all the best days do, with a swim in the sea, followed by a breakfast of fresh local bread and fruit by the pool. After the cool box is filled with bottles of Rose, everyone makes their way to the pier barefooted and smelling of sun cream. All my best vacation memories have a soundtrack, so with music playing we’d head out on the boat for a day of laughter, swimming in little coves, sunshine, a long lunch, glasses of chilled wine, more swimming… and as the sun sets perhaps some chicken dancing (the only kind of dancing when you have no rhythm and just don’t care).

Blue bird daysHarriet Haworth: Days like this…fresh mountain air, snowy peaks, untouched powder, flawless corduroy, long leisurely lunches, unhurried indulgent dinners and of course après, for me the perfect day has to be spent skiing in the Alps. Start the morning in time for first lifts and spend the day careering around the mountains, stopping off for lunch on a sunny terrace, in the evening head back to a warm, cozy Alpine chalet for dinner and tales around the fireplace. For me, nothing can beat a bluebird day on the slopes with friends.

Surfing-Trip-on-DhoniBella Collins: Waking at 5am to the sound of the surf, paddling out into the sunrise with a local expert guiding the way. This is the start to my “Day Like This” – one of those days that forever remains perfect in my mind. After a breakfast of fresh fruit, we prepare the boat to take a trip to the next inland, where a local rugby tournament is taking place. We pay tribute to the elders in the village, play with the children, cheer on our team and soak up the atmosphere of local village life on a remote island in Fiji. The day ends with guitar music and singing, falling asleep beneath the stars and getting ready for our next 5am wakeup call and surf.

Hidden cove in the MedGraham Horner: I’d wake up – naturally – to bright sunshine streaming through the gap in the curtains. From outside, I hear the sound of my children careering gleefully through a bougainvillea-laden garden to the silvery strip of sand that awaits them on the other side of the gate. Beyond, the Mediterranean sparkles incandescently and the little boat we rent from an octogenarian fisherman gently bobs up and down, inviting us to discover another deserted cove and dive overboard into gin-clear waters. I’d pad downstairs to the terrace, to be greeted by a table groaning with breakfast: sweet orange juice, just-warm pastries, cheese, juicy apricots, a steaming pot of tea. I’d squint in the sunshine and fumble idiotically on my head for my sunglasses. My wife, already half way through her pain au chocolat, would hand them to me. I always forget to bring them.

milford soundVicky Gale: We emerged from our three hour hike encompassing eerie woods, cheerful streams, an aggressive robin and a fairly arduous cliff-face feeling jaded but proud. Finding a wonderful little campsite to rest our weary heads and enjoy a meal of cheese and wine, we were blissfully unaware of the other happy campers in search of Milford Sound. Lucky enough to wake up early to the sound of a few morning birds, I grabbed a blanket, woke up the boy and watched the sunrise over a snow-capped mountain, immaculately reflected by the serene blue water of the perfectly still lake that we dipped our toes into. That morning is one of my most treasured memories and the most beautiful secret spot I brought home from New Zealand.

SnorkellingKate Pittam: As winter closes in and the days get shorter, my dream day would involve waking up on a tropical island to blue sky, turquoise sea and powder white sand… my day would start with breakfast al fresco on the beach followed by a morning in the ocean – either snorkeling or diving. Fresh fish for lunch, an afternoon on the beach and an evening of cocktails, great food and watching the sunset. Forget thick socks and winter boots – I wouldn’t wear shoes all day!

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