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The A303: Highway to the Sun, By Tom Fort

"Unknown road," warned the stranger's satnav. Diverted from the familiar A303 by a sudden closure on a dark evening, I joined another baffled motorist at a tiny junction with an unhelpful signpost indicating an unexpected place name such as Longbridge Deverill, or perhaps it was Marston Magna. It was a shock to be faced so abruptly with the A303's hinterland, hitherto unknown to me and, I suspect, many of the drivers of the vehicles – sometimes more than 30,000 – pounding over what Tom Fort calls "the highway to the sun".

Squash: Friction with top two men, but can they lead England to World

In terms of great British sporting rivalries, it may not have the glitz and glamour of Hamilton versus Button, but it is one with begrudging respect which has threatened to turn into a full-blown war of words. Step forward world No 1 Nick Matthew and James Willstrop, England's No 2, from the world of squash.

Not so naughty, but still nice: Chefs are developing guilt-free

It's every pudding lover's dream: a truly sumptuous dessert that won't ruin the waistline and won't up your odds of cardiac arrest. Amazingly, I think I may have found it. Agnar Sverrisson's signature dish – Valrhona white chocolate mousse, ice cream, dill and cucumber – is the kind of dessert I could write poetry about. I have been thinking about it repeatedly since I tasted it two days ago, at the Michelin-starred Texture in London. Half an hour after tasting, I stride into nearby Selfridges Food Hall to buy a big slab of Valrhona chocolate, in order, I hope, to relive the experience. No such luck. The next morning I am fighting the urge to march into the restaurant and order it for breakfast. I want to taste it again and again and again.

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