Living in London, it's inappropriately rare that I ever venture out of my little central bubble when I'm in town. I'm rarely any more West than Shepherds Bush, more south than Tooting, more East than Shoreditch and more North than Kentish Town (and I wonder why people don't come to visit me in Zone 6...) I know it's a bad habit, and I have a list as long as my arm of places across the city I'm desperate to visit- but the temptation to revisit old favourites often gets the better of me, leaving me frightfully under travelled for a city with so many transport connections (huzzah- the most dull thing I have ever said)!
So, on Valentines day, before we spent the evening cooking spaghetti with too much red wine and singing Barry White until the early hours (joking about the latter), Joe and I headed West to Richmond for a spot of exploring and a little lunch. We'd never visited together, and although we ended up on a train with hundreds of excited rugby fans (forever well timed)- were pretty excited about seeing a new part of London, and visiting a spot I'd had on my 'to visit' list for a while, Petersham Nurseries.
Although the weather wasn't the best for trudging uphill across the park (now I just need to wait until mud splattered jeans come into fashion), we managed to cosy up in one of the Petersham greenhouses for a healthy lunch (it's part of the tearoom cafe, not just a random greenhouse) and potter about (pun intended) across the centre, before admiring the most beautiful town houses (and dreaming up absurd 'one day...' scenarios), picking up desert supplies and beating the rush home- I'll definitely be back Richmond!