It is – quite literally – our back yard.

There’s the pace of central London. The heart of things – between the pretty pastel mews of Notting Hill and busy bars of Soho. Always moving, ever changing. Then there’s the woodsmoke scent of the English countryside. Winding roads. Pints in cosy pubs. It makes sense why the poet Robert Frost – a native of San Fransisco – made his way there in 1912, and stayed. “The scent of apples: I am drowsing off”. We don’t blame him. When you come with us to the place so many of the Black Tomato team call home, you’re getting the true insider’s perspective – whether you want to venture out to prehistoric Stonehenge, visit the palaces of Knightsbridge, or hike through the idyllic Cartmel