The first night we headed to a classic gastropub called The Pig's Ear in Fulham where we enjoyed a modern and definitely improved take on a scotched egg. Apparently Eric Clapton resides nearby, which is probably a good thing not to have known at the time, as I might have been tempted to play super fan.

BrixtonHelen determined her father's shoulder needed treatment, so the following day marched him off to a very traditional Chinese acupuncturist, tucked away in a little shop full of mysterious remedies in Brixton Market. Mr Lu took one look at Phil and commanded him into his backroom where he applied more than an hour of quite painful Chinese healing. Whilst he was being remodelled, Helen and I explored the market which is full of cute little character shops and cafés one of which was 'Honest Burgers', proudly serving British beef, where we settled for lunch once Phil was released, and had the best burger and chips we'd enjoyed for a long time.

There is a proud and charming revival of all things British, whether it be meat, cheese or classic baking and the little shops in this market combine it well with a myriad of other cultures including jerk chicken, halal meat, pizza and cocktails. Brixton has changed a lot!

JamesOur visit to Neal's Yard Dairy the following day was a fascinating insight into the world of artisanal British cheese and these people are the experts. Calum, our cheesemonger, is one of their tribe and it was his friend James who showed us around their main storage where they nurture their flock of cheese, often along with their makers from the sounds of it - and also their team, as they all take turns in teams of two to cook lunch each day. Deliciously cheese-based the day we were there.

It's a wonderful place, and our only concern would be that there is not enough cheese to send to us.

We enjoyed two fine dining experiences, one at The Five Fields, a relatively new restaurant by a young talented chef Taylor Bonneyman, where the foie gras on a very reasonably priced £50 menu was presented as a glistening, gold-tipped beetroot and the coffee came with homemade lollipops and sherbet.

DinnerThe other was lunch at Heston Blumenthal's Dinner where whole pineapples hang like prisoners in a row over a medieval-looking grill preparing themselves for the well known Tipsy Cake dessert - both lovely meals, in beautiful environments with great service.

We stopped at Covent Garden one morning to quickly check out Peter Gordon's Kopapa. Although we did not have time to breakfast or dine, we enjoyed great coffee in a very welcoming space with a tempting sounding menu. We liked that the Adami Prosecco we have in New Zealand is on his winelist too. Although we were too early for it to have been open, there is a wicked looking Venchi shop in Covent Garden for confectionary-keen.

NightjarHelen also booked us and some her friends into a very groovy speakeasy called Nightjar which had a modern array of cocktails and dark, moody ambiance. Another night, she and I caught up with some ex-Sabato crew who have decamped to London in a very character-filled place, a little like something out of 'Alice in Wonderland' called Sketch. Both worth checking out.

There's everything and anything in London!