Going away? Don’t forget the cameras Mr Cameron

It’s difficult for senior politicians to take a break abroad. David Cameron came under fire for jetting off to Ibiza for the weekend in the midst of a terror alert. Which made the first-day-of-holiday photo shoot all the more crucial.

Summer Guide 2013: Mountains

Learn about life in the Swiss mountains with the new BaseCamp package at Nira Alpina (00 41 081 838 6969; Keep all the family amused on a summer break at this designer hotel in St Moritz, in the Engadine Valley, with workshops for children on edible mountain plants, how to milk cows and make cheese, and active pursuits including kite-surfing, climbing and sailing. From Sfr875 (£606)pp for five nights' B&B, picnic two guided hiking tours, plus other trips and treats. Children aged under 12 can stay free of charge in their parents' room. International travel costs extra. Departures are between 15 June and 13 October.

It's not the end of the world – but it's the end of any false

This is bad news. A drop in a credit rating by one agency does not matter that much in itself, for heaven knows, the rating agencies have been absurdly wrong in their judgements. The AAA ratings they gave to dodgy US housing debt were one of the factors in the banking crash of 2008. Both the US and France have seen a similar modest downgrading of their debt. But it matters because it focuses investors on the inherent weakness not just of British national finances at the moment but also of the longer-term commitment of the UK authorities to holding down inflation and assuring investors that they will get paid back in real – rather than devalued – money.

Portfolio: Clay Perry

They resemble the still lifes of the Spanish masters Velazquez, Zurbaran and Cotán. But while these are no 16th- or 17th-century compositions, Clay Perry's photographs of Britain's heritage fruit and vegetables are just as sympathetic to their subject.

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A winter's tale in Norway: Explore the wilds of Roald Amundsen's

It is certainly a house, its wooden frame, painted in soft hues of white and blue, perched prettily in its waterside setting. But I am not convinced, as I open its creaking front door, that it was ever a home – at least, not in the idea of a welcoming shelter from the storm.