A few weeks ago I was on the tube eavesdropping on a fabulous couple who were dressed as if they had stepped out of the 1950’s. She with her long skirt, red lips, curled hair and him with striped shirt, braces and oiled hair. My ears pricked up when they mentioned their visit to a secret garden and a few moments later Regent’s Park. I consider my knowledge of Regent’s Park to be top notch and this secret garden alluded me. Familiar with the rose garden, the spot next to the tennis courts that the swans walk their babies and the perfect spot for a picnic near the open air theater I was up for the challenge of finding this garden.