High up in the Japanese Alps, the only sounds I hear are birdsong and water gurgling through the channel beside the path. But when travellers first walked this ancient route, it would have been a ...

Beneath my feet, the dark stone slabs of the Nakasendo road are worn and mossy. Travellers have trod this path for over 400 years, a thought that gives me goosebumps - or perhaps that’s just the ...