First holiday memory?
Being on a beach in Lee Bay, Devon. I remember it being cold and slightly drizzly, waddling around with buckets and spades, and my sisters and I all wearing the same Seventies costumes. I’m glad to say there’s no photographic evidence.
Favourite place in the British Isles?
Sussex. Especially the Downs, around the Kingley Vale and the Trundle. It’s where I grew up and where I still live today.
A trip to the Soviet Union in the Eighties. Other than France and the Isle of Wight, I hadn’t travelled much before that, so it seemed extraordinary. We were taken around on buses and trains to Moscow and Leningrad [now St Petersburg]. You were entirely controlled: every minute of the day managed and accounted for. We couldn’t go out on our own, but it was fascinating.
What have you learnt from your travels?
Patience is everything. Planes get delayed; trains don’t arrive. If you realise that’s part of travelling, you’ll enjoy the experience more.
Detective stories. I use holidays to catch up on the latest Harlan Coben or Denise Mina. For me, it’s pure and simple entertainment, because it’s nothing to do with work or research.
Beach bum, culture vulture or adrenalin junkie?
I get to the stage where all I want to do is lie in the sun, but I know I’ll want to explore after a few days. In Athens, it was lovely and hot, so we spent a lot of time lounging about, but come evening, we’d find a museum or restaurant. Hotels in capital cities are brilliant for that. I’m going to Cape Town for Christmas where we’ll do exactly the same.
Greatest travel luxury?
Moisturiser. As you get older, you come off the plane feeling like a piece of scrunched-up newspaper. It’s essential.
Where has seduced you?
Norway. Mostly Oslo, but also the fjords. I first went in the Eighties and returned as an author. I like the relaxed attitude. People sit around cafés, no matter how cold it is, and there are blankets spread over chairs. It’s a place I had no preconceptions about, but have loved over the years.
Better to travel or arrive?
I do love train journeys, because you can just stare out the window. I took my mother-in-law on the Orient Express for her 80th birthday, which she loved, and I would have never done by myself. It was amazing seeing the landscape change.
Worst travel experience?
Coming back from Venice after the Orient Express. We got off at the station, having spent the whole day in the bar with my mother-in-law playing the piano, and discovered that our flight had been cancelled due to the ash cloud.
We ended up having to get a taxi from Venice to Paris, because my mother-in-law had brought enough medicine for only a few days and I was due at the London Book Fair. A three-day trip ended up costing me £10,000.
The Ambassade in Amsterdam. Everyone who goes to publish a book in Holland stays there. It’s just one of those things that all writers do.
It has a library that has only books signed by people who’ve stayed there, so you see yourself in a case with some of the world’s greatest authors. It’s the most incredible hotel.
Driving from Toulouse to Carcassonne in France. Once you’ve negotiated the terrifying ring road around the airport in Toulouse, you start to drive through the beginnings of the Languedoc and see a sign saying you are in Cathar Country. You drive further and suddenly, the medieval city of Carcassonne appears from the motorway.
Best meal abroad?
I’ve hated beetroot for all of my 51 years, until a couple of years ago, when I had the most sublime butternut squash and beetroot salad on the waterfront in Cape Town. The food is so incredibly fresh there.
I’m going to explore another part of France than the south-west. I always go to the same place, so I’m going to find somewhere new for this summer.
The author Kate Mosse appears at the The France Show at Earls Court, London (18-20 January). Tickets £13 (thefranceshow.com). Her new book Citadel is out now, published by Orion (£20).