Laura, straight from the saddle to supper

Ask Laura where she would rather be and the answer depends on the month: a ski lift in February, a hillside in Umbria in June, a saddle almost any other time. London catches her in between, and she wears it well. The frame is athletic, 169 cm of it; the hair is long, light brown and lightened by summer in stripes; the green eyes are full of mischief; the style is a breezy, garden-party elegance: a floral tea dress, a light trench, flat shoes she can stride in, and a straw hat she insists is practical.

Adventurous, warm and full of energy, Laura says yes to the walk, the extra course and the detour to see the view, usually before you have finished asking. She rides whenever she can get to the stables near Hyde Park, skis every winter and keeps a travel notebook devoted entirely to Italy, from Ligurian fishing villages to a truffle market she calls the best morning of her life. In her mid twenties, she speaks warm, animated English and has a laugh that carries across a courtyard.

For a Mayfair dinner she chooses The Guinea Grill on Bruton Place, a snug old pub dining room with dark panelling and the kind of steak and pie that suits someone who has been outdoors all day. She likes a booth, a good red and a long, rambling conversation about the best places you have both been. Afterwards she will happily walk it off through Berkeley Square before the short ride to your hotel.

Laura lives in Paddington, just across the park from Park Lane, and her diary tends to open by lunchtime on the day itself. See the rates page for every length of booking, then tell Bella where you are staying.