This summer I'll be drinking a lot of wine, specifically red wine from Piedmont in northwest Italy, where I'm headed. The town I'm travelling to is called Alba and is famed for its truffle festival - I'm told it also has one of the top three restaurants in Italy: Piazza Duomo. I'm then going to Marbella to drink rosé with my parents, a summer rite of passage. I might even venture out to Seville for a few days while I'm there, but let's see how we get on with the drinking…

Italy is my main squeeze this summer. A few days spent in Florence with my mother, then on to Siena for a friend's wedding. After the "I dos" I'll be racing up the coast to Il Pellicano to toast to a week-long road trip with an end point of Venice. My Venetian checklist includes a morning ritual of espresso and croissants (eaten standing up) at Caffè Florian, shopping for Laguna B glassware and a trip to the Peggy Guggenheim Collection. Later this summer, I'm heading to Ostuni for a weekend stay at Masseria Moroseta.

I'll be bookending my summer with two very different trips: a retreat with chefs, writers and (rumour has it) string quartets in Norway's Lofoten Islands in June, followed by a girls' holiday to Tel Aviv in September. In between the midnight sun and midnight shots I'll be frantically scanning our list of Italian coastal towns and dreaming of sinking clifftop aperitifs in a big hat - or more realistically, heading home to my parents' in East Sussex for coastal cans of G&T.

It's that season again. You know, the one you're sat at your desk in the hot city smog, dreaming of distant lands, of untouched beaches in Vietnam, sailing around Italy or… Benidorm. Well, I'm doing none of that. Instead I'm going to be heading back home to St Ives in Cornwall. It rarely sounds too exciting, but to me it's somewhere that feels like a distant land - I'm continually surprised by its dramatic landscapes that seem to change with the weather. Every summer, I always find a reason to return.

I'll be kicking off the summer with two trips to Spain to fuel my tapas addiction. The first will be Barcelona, followed by Seville where I plan to soak up the sun in a square, sipping on G&Ts and devouring padron peppers. In July I'll be heading to Crete with my boyfriend. Every year we pick a different Greek island to explore and book a little Airbnb by the sea, ready for a week of eat, sleep, swim, repeat. We'll drive along dusty roads lined with snoozing goats, in search of the beaches that are hard to come by - the kind where you might not see another soul all day. After hours of swimming we'll stumble upon a hilltop taverna for a well-deserved drink and far too much feta.

My summer begins with two very different but quintessentially British holidays. First up is a wholesome trip to Margate with friends, where we'll spend days going for long walks on the Kentish seaside and visiting the Turner Contemporary, and evenings drinking wine and playing games. A few weeks later, wholesomeness will be replaced with chaos as we head to Glastonbury. To get my fix of sunshine, I'm heading to Puglia to do nothing but poolside reading and pasta gorging.

This June I am heading to Porto for a long weekend filled with colourful riverside houses, beautiful tiles and indulgent sips of fortified wine. Later on, I'll be taking to the mountains for a rustic retreat in Romania, where I'll be getting stuck in volunteering on a farm. Here, I hope to learn about the rewilding of the Carpathians and perhaps even spot a brown bear or two.

I'm going to Miami for a big travel conference in June, and otherwise I intend to live out the good life in various European locations. I've just got back from the most glorious road trip around Puglia and now have my sights set on the Italian island of Ischia, followed by a long weekend in Lisbon and a girls' holiday in Deia. Oh, and of course I'll be hitting Ibiza at some point too…

I'm going to spend several weekends in Hamburg, my hometown, where I intend to do nothing but sit in my favourite café all day long sipping Alsterwasser, a drink of ice-cold beer mixed with Sprite that was created in the city - it tastes a lot better than it sounds. I'm also going on a road trip around Corsica, which is said to have some of the wildest beaches in Europe. I can't wait to be feasting on seafood washed down with rosé.

I'm happiest by the sea. This summer I plan to spend as much time on Brighton Beach as possible, hanging out with friends, reading copiously and - if I can muster both the energy and guts - swimming around the West Pier. Between weekends dedicated to renovating my garden, I've got a jaunt to Margate and a sister-sister trip to Friendsfest in Bristol planned. After years of pondering and putting off, I'm heading north to attempt Wainwright's Coast to Coast walk. I'll be dipping my feet in the Irish Sea at St Bees before heading east to Robin Hood's Bay where, 12 days and 192 miles later, I'll likely be collapsing into the North Sea.

I'll be going to Siena in time for the Palio. I'll be travelling there the night before the race to watch the trial before attending a dinner in my favourite contrada - a neighbourhood that is represented by a horse and rider in the race - during which long tables laden with local food and wine line street.