Hannah Kent Author of Burial Rites, a story about the last woman to be executed in Iceland.
The Academy in London's Bloomsbury is a delightfully quirky alternative to your standard homogenous hotel. In perhaps a nod of respect to the literary history of the area, the Academy has its own library, as well as a sitting room and a stunning conservatory - all of which I adore. If there was ever a hotel designed for bookish, slightly eccentric people such as myself, it would be the Academy with its creaking staircase and afternoon teas.
Nothing beats Qantas for comfort and professional, friendly staff. Its Premium Economy class is the best of its kind, and tempting for long-haul flights when shut-eye is crucial.
The Byron at Byron in northern NSW is extraordinary. While I'm not one to frequent many resorts, I imagine it's hard to beat five-star accommodation set among 45 acres of tranquil rainforest. I stayed there shortly after the Splendour in the Grass music festival this year and, after a walk to the beach via the resort's private entry, spent the evening sipping cocktails by the pool, spotting all the celeb musicians. A memorable stay indeed.
Whatever will consistently withstand the wear and tear of travel. I once bought a cheap case to carry extra luggage back with me from Reykjavik, only to see it absolutely decimated - clothes spilling everywhere - on the baggage carousel in New York. I spent the next four hours of my stopover miserably hunting for gaffer tape to bind it together again.
Aesop produces a wonderful range of travel-size cleansers and moisturisers, which I'm fond of for a mid-flight spruce-up. Its little Ginger Flight Therapy stick is soothing for travel sickness, too.