You’ve just got home from the art exhibition you’ve been longing to see with your notebook filled with sketches of inspirational statues and impressionist flowers. You collect your watercolour paint and feast on the pastel blue tones.
Two sticks and an apple, say the bells of Whitechapel. Discover the goods and treats of the woodland in our Saint Clement’s dress. Perhaps on your late morning amble you will stumble upon a forgotten trail, exquisite and blooming.