I sat down on the bench, thinking, 'This is the best ice-cream I have ever had in my life. Ever. Ever. Ever.'
Then the woman beside me, who had shoved up for me, turned to me and said, 'This is the the best ice-cream I have ever had in my life.'
We had both chosen raspberry and mascarpone summer pudding ice-cream from here.
It tasted like summer 1976 when I had that straw hat with the bunch of poppies.
I wish I could remember who makes it. The young man who served me said it is made in Acton and that he sells on farmers' markets around London.