Boz and I took the opportunity to walk down to the Herne Hill Farmer’s Market.
It’s a half hour walk each way, if walking at approaching jogging pace, which we love to do.
Everyone seemed to be out, enjoying the gift of such a beautiful sunny Sunday in February.
The vast green expanse of Brockwell park was filled with different people doing their thing – joggers looking red, hot and worried (why did they all look so worried? Those watches they glance at with a rhymetic regularity that matches their pace, seem to contribute to the stress…) Children with brightly coloured wellies and scooters (but no sense of direction), parents pushing swaddled babies in pushchairs, couples perfecting the ability to walk in unison, arms tightly entwined around each other. A great view of London basking in Spring rays from the top of the hill.
Herne Hill Market was its usual frenzy of excitement and eccentrics, enthusiastically engaging their urban admirers about the origins and authenticity of their products as they so reliably do.
The apples and pears are always worth the walk in themselves – a burst of flavour and texture that is way beyond anything that the ‘super’markets can offer… Worth paying more than you could get away with, for a bag of non picture-perfect fruits – duller, rougher skinned and less uniformly shaped than usual. But for all of that, far more perfect. Crisp, juicy, ripe and so full of flavour that you can
almost totally taste the goodness, the lack of air miles, refrigeration and polish.
The last picture had to be sprouts – my fav!
Note the 6-Nations cup cakes too – these enterprising entrepreneurs don’t want to miss a trick (!)
And here’s the magician / comedian / musician giving a free performance on the ‘street piano’, a very welcome growing trend in London –
What better way to combine the green ethics of ‘upcycling’ with an increasing awareness in the importance of celebrating social spaces and local communities than by individuals donating their unwanted pianos to their community. (The bucket was a ‘drum’ that he was encouraging a spectator to use to add to the musical splendour – not for collecting coins, and the piano, as the photo shows, was well covered in art…)
Finally, to make the absolute most of the welcome rays on that first weekend of February, someone had laid out deck chairs and fake grass, to create a ‘beach’.
If nothing else, it proves what a great imagination we Londoner’s have 🙂