Today has been the perfect Sunday. A sleep in, then a walk through the most beautiful park. Hamstead Heath, while only minutes from the center of London feels as far away as a jaunt in the country. The air was fresh, there were dogs barking and golden leaves falling from the trees. Even an hour of walking was just what the doctor ordered.

Lunch followed the “country” theme and S and I found a delightful pub in which to order a feast. The moment we walked in the door and stumbled across a little dog sitting patiently for its master to finish their lunch we knew we were onto a god thing. After ordering a glass of red and tucking into a delicious slice of roast beef with all the trimmings (Nana J would be so proud) it was time to meander back to the train station.

Just walking through the little side streets and seeing the beautiful big houses was enough to convince me that Hamstead is a place I’ll be wanting to come back to, very soon. And the good thing is, it’s just a train ride away.