
The Cyclades, by Yacht
Mykonos to Milos under sail, hidden coves no ferry reaches, dinner ashore arranged by your captain before you drop anchor.

Long days, the whole family, the sea at your door.
Summer is for the people you travel with. The Greek isles by private yacht, the Amalfi terrace at dusk, the villa with room for three generations. We choreograph it so that everyone — of every age — is held, and no one has to organise a thing.
The Mediterranean in August is a decision about crowds. Mallorca and Sardinia for a house away from the port, the Norwegian fjords for the version of summer that is cool, long-lit and almost empty.
Summer is for the family to be together — and the finest villas and yachts of the season are booked far ahead. Here is where to …
Read the guide →Each of these is a starting point — not a package, not a fixed schedule. Your advisor reshapes it entirely around you.

Mykonos to Milos under sail, hidden coves no ferry reaches, dinner ashore arranged by your captain before you drop anchor.

A cliffside villa, a private gozzo at golden hour, and Positano made quiet again for the evening.

Cap-Ferrat gardens, Monaco at speed, and the Mediterranean treated as your front garden.
Moments that aren't on any calendar you can book from — opened quietly, through relationships built over forty years.
Five summers at their height — then arranged entirely around how you want to spend it.
Finding a summer hotel is the easy part. What makes the season yours is access — the villa held off-market, the yacht with the right crew, the beach club table no concierge can get — opened through forty years of relationships, never searched or booked.
None of these were on any itinerary. Yours won't be either.
No quotes. No obligation. A conversation.
The Cyclades by private yacht, a cliffside villa on the Amalfi Coast, or the Côte d'Azur treated as your front garden. For a house rather than a scene, Mallorca and Sardinia away from the port; for a cooler summer, the Norwegian fjords.
August is a decision about crowds, not a verdict on the month. A house well away from the port, or a yacht that moves when an anchorage fills, buys back the whole thing. Staying beside the harbour in August is the only real mistake.
It is what this season is for — a villa with genuine room for three generations, staffed, with the days choreographed so every age is held and no one in the party has to organise a thing. That last part is usually the point.
The best villas and crewed yachts commit early, and many are held by returning families before they are ever offered. Autumn for the following summer is not cautious; it is the market. Later is still worth asking — the range simply narrows.
Patron-tier seats at the Salzburg Festival and the rehearsals the public never sees, or a private balcony above the Campo for the Palio di Siena — with the rest of the journey built around the date rather than squeezed beside it.
Because an advisor opens what no platform can sell. Online platforms list what's already public — the same rooms and flights available to everyone. A Forest advisor opens what isn't: private after-hours access, the host who answers because they know us, pacing built around your life, and logistics that stay invisible. Over forty years we've built the relationships that turn 'impossible' into 'it's arranged.'
It begins with a conversation, not a quote. A dedicated advisor learns how you want to feel — not only where you want to go — then designs a journey around you and reshapes it freely as your plans evolve. There's no fee for the initial consultation and no obligation.
Discretion is built in. We work quietly, share nothing, and arrange private transfers, exclusive-use stays and after-hours access so you're never on public display. For clients who require it, every detail is handled under strict confidentiality.
Tell a private advisor how you like to travel and they'll point you to the right starting point — or design something entirely new.