Simon Calder: The Jack Reacher of travel journalism
Simon Calder pictured in Armenia. Credit: Charlotte Hindle The Telegraph’s new travel correspondent is known in my house as “Simon Available” because you can count on him popping up on radio and TV at the first sign of breaking news in his field. So when I emailed Simon Calder to request an interview it was no surprise that he readily agreed. He arrives wearing a summer-weight navy suit and carry-on rucksack, his features are set in a familiar rictus of amiability. It’s the expression we’ve seen so many times on our TV screens as he brings us reassuring updates on baggage-handlers’ go-slows and Eurostar walkouts. He is probably one of the most trusted journalists in the country but we know little about him apart from his willing manner and the glint of his spectacles in strong foreign sunshine. Now an improbable 70-year-old, Calder was born in Crawley, Sussex, practically on the tarmac of Gatwick Airport, and absorbed aviation fuel with his mother’s milk. “We used to go up to the airport for an outing, knowing we …









