Wild London review – honestly, telly does not get any better than this

T he journey begins in a row of allotments lodged deep between two north London streets. It’s 8.30pm and – 99 years young, in customary short-sleeved blue shirt and chinos – is on the hunt for Tottenham’s most elusive resident. He gets settled on a camping chair. Waits. Emits a tiny rhapsodic gasp a...

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