Marylebone
You traverse lonely side-streets in Marylebone, past the ritzy clinics and deliveries for the Harley Street heart hospital, until you find the Angel in the Fields. Inside, the last of the day’s light streams through the unusual stained glass windows, and a stool placed beside a welcoming fireplace awaits. You hand over a few meagre coins for a pint of Alpine Lager and a packet of crisps.
