I am in London. I could either stay and write chapter one of my book or run away and go and do something, anything else. I opt, like all good writers, for the latter. So I take the tube to Richmond, having texted my friend, Natalie, in the meantime to join and enable me in my bunking-off. But there is purpose: a trip to what’s been described as the best hot chocolate in London.
Now, for a central London girl such as I was, Richmond barely counts as London (anything Zone 2 is suburbs to me), but that’s a compliment not a slight. We head to Danieli, the original tiny one on Brewers Lane (there is a newer, bigger one on Richmond Green) where you can sit inside or outside or just take your wares and wander round Richmond. The ice-cream here is meant to be legendary, but that can be for another time.
