A new weekly market starts Sunday

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From this Sunday, 4th September, Camberwell will have a new weekly market. It will happen from 10am to 4pm in the new market area on the Green, and focus on street food, arts and crafts (presumably to not compete with the Saturday farmer’s market).

Can’t find full details of the opening week’s line-up, but confirmed food stalls are: Rainbo (Asian salads and gyoza dumplings); Return of the Mac (macaroni cheese); Kaki Lima (Indonesian street food); and Pomodoro e Basilico (vegan Italian). Some of these were at Camberwell Fair last weekend, so if you enjoyed the food there, there’s no reason you shouldn’t here.

For the launch of the market there’ll be a specially-made beer called Saint Giles — no word on who it was made by, or how many will be available, but I’m keen to try it out.

In an interview with the South London Press, market organiser Will Herman said:

What we’re trying to do is establish a new haven for foodies and art lovers south of the river, showcasing the best of what is local.

And while the word ‘foodies’ might make me grind my teeth, it will be nice to have a new option in the area. I only wish there was some way we could combine the two weekend markets to have something a little bigger with perhaps an increased chance of success for both.

Author: Peter

Long-time resident of Camberwell, author of this blog since July 2004.

42 thoughts on “A new weekly market starts Sunday”

  1. Pork in beer. The pigs are pre-marinaded. The mash ferments inside them — they become happier and happier pigs. They begin to resemble men as they used to be in pubs. It would be nice to raise pigs on beer for foie gras, the enlarged liver.

    It’s good to hear more is happening on the Green or anywhere in Camberwell. The whole country is suffering from a sort of suffocation, a weird paralysis of direction and a malaise that comes from false leadership, betrayal, misinformation, lack of moral belief, fibre, core.

    Beer, though, is always good, one might say it’s the answer, the cure, the solution. St Giles beer — “Crippling stuff”, I offer as a slogan.

  2. I wish they’d combine those markets too — the Saturday one looks so sad, especially now it’s back on the Green. Still, I hope it keeps going and I will definitely be checking this one out too.

  3. I have heard that the former Library site on Church Street is to become a Cannon and Cannon. They are a charcuterie business.

    1. Just saw this on Gumtree — gives a bit more detail :https://www.gumtree.com/p/food-beverage-jobs/experienced-general-manager-for-exciting-new-opening/1191819796

      ” are excited to be opening our first bricks and mortar outlet in Camberwell, South London. It is a fantastic site with great potential. The ‘model’ is a continental style cafe / bar serving the finest British cured meats, British cheeses, toasted sandwiches, excellent wines (most by the glass) and modern craft beers alongside a simple menu of seasonal accompaniments. There will also be a select retail offer. ”

  4. Sausages. Some are made from cute little piggies. Others are made from shark. Some are not sausages at all, but the whole of the animal is used, so there is only one conclusion to draw.

    Good luck to Cannons. There is nothing nicer than proper sausages, et cetera.

  5. Only one of the 3 shops that made up the library is to become a Cannon & Cannon. The other 2 are still not confirmed but have heard everything from a Starbucks to Marks and Sparks or a Foxtons…

    As for combining the farmer’s market and the food market, I very much doubt that will happen. The organisers of the farmer’s market refuse to allow cooked food stands, only people selling actual produce. Or coffee

    Rather bizarre but there you go.

    Hopefully this may give them a much needed kick up the backside to start promoting it more and getting more interesting people in.

    Was unable to go this week to the food market but hopefully will get down soon. Anyone go? How was it?

    1. I dropped in briefly. Was on the way back from the airport after a short trip to Zürich, and I was a bit tired, so didn’t spend too long. There were four or five food stalls, a bar, a couple of arts/crafts stalls, and the SE5 Forum people. There was a good crowd down there, along with a handful of bemused street drinkers. Think it was a promising start, but could really do with a bigger mix of stalls — I stand by my assertion that this mixed with the farmers market would be a big success.

  6. I went to the market today too. It was good: like a mini-version of Brockley Farmers’ Market, which, when I have been to it, is all about the hot food with very little produce to buy.
    They were selling St Giles beer but I didn’t get a chance to try it.

  7. The hot weather is right for tonight’s superb, connoisseurs’ dub soundclash upstairs at the Brixton Ritzy cafe, curated by the celebrated DAVID KATZ, biographer of Lee “Scratch” Perry. Rather than not sleep, this is the dubconscious event to head for and is a fine example of how Camberwell lies at the centre of the ley lines of the crackling energy of the capital.


    1. Good, great sounds, balmy night. The terrace of the upstairs bar looks over Brixton — chaps in the yard below doing wheelies on Boris bikes, good fun. Not a huge gathering, just right, Classic reggae lovers.

  8. The moon grows full right at the bottom of the Peckham Road. We can look straight down the main road from the Green and see a massive full moon rising directly above Peckham. It is one of the glories of Camberwell, along with St Giles, Camberwell Grove and the Hermits Cave. The Moon will be full on Friday 16 at 20.05.

    1. ( I mean it’s at this time of year that the moon takes off like this, like a huge balloon — it’s a sort of post-harvest festival moon, pointing towards the Kent countryside where our predecessors went to pick hops every September.)

  9. OPEN HOUSE 2016 this weekend follows the spectacular but hidden full moon over Peckham yesterday evening. The full listing is well laid-out on the Archirects Journal website. Well done our inspirational-space creators with the bleached grey hair and blue shirts.


    For who those scrutinise the outer, tatty edges of our urban environment — bins, skips, etc.- yet paradoxically have a keen interest in the purity of the natural environment — air, trees, etc. — there are two sure-must-go-to sites this year, as every year:

    (1) South Integrated Waste Management Facility on Devon Way, where the rubbish goes to be loved.

    (2) South East London Combined Heat and Power Energy Recovery Facility on Landmann Way, where the least loved rubbish goes to be incinerated — the manky remnants that haven’t been repurposed less infernally.

    1. We missed Open House. South Integrated Waste Management Facility and South East London Combined Heat and Power Energy Recovery Facility both sound fascinating 😉 Last year went to the Crossness Pumping Station, the ultimate convergence of nature and waste. It actually was quite interesting in a marvel-at-the-Victorian-engineering kind of way.

      Meanwhile, not Camberwell, but Peckham. I just dropped into the Mirror Maze installation in Copeland Park behind the Bussey Building. Worth a look if you’re in the area. It’s sponsored by Chanel, a perfume brand, and is the definition of New Peckham wankery (obviously), but still… the video wall as you enter is good… and it’s free (obviously).

  10. I wear Chanel, Gabe, and have called my dog after it. I was always a fan of Coco, she was class.

    SELCHP the energy-from-rubbish power station next to Millwall is fantastic, awesome. My man in the hi-vis and hard hat tells me the plant is getting long in the tooth now. Europe and US led the way in recycling systems. Maybe in England we will now revert. English people could eat rubbish, for instance, then fertilise their own allotments as they’re working on them.

    There was a full page in Tuesday’s “Metro” on Camberwell On The Green, the block of flats (apartments) where the old Job Centre was, up Camberwell Passage, that way.

    One wonders if the full-English economy in a couple of years will keep up with the upcoming-soon-to-be-released expensive flats?

    The golden dawn promised by Boris Johnson and those funny thug people will rise first on Clacton and Frinton in the east — their prettification and Englishification will twinkle and glitter, be complete, consummated — but will the rays reach Camberwell Green?

    The current uncertainty will keep all investors on their toes, they like that.

    The “Metro” piece starts with Georgian Camberwell, touches on Florence, Jenny, Jenny and Erin, then finishes on Georgian Camberwell. Thank you all — girls, Georgians, you are gorgeous!

  11. Got it, I think. Like, if I had a daughter, she’d be called Chardonnay.

    Haven’t been out and around in Camberwell much lately, other than to the library — you can take your laptop and sit at the desks on the mezzaine floor. Meanwhile, I read somewhere online that the Court Building next door is to be abandoned by the Justice Department. No doubt new flats will appear in its place, Brexit economics willing.

    There’s a parking consultation on our road. The council want to charge us £125 a year to park on our own street. Plus a few quid each time you have a visitor. I’m against this on principle. In practice, it might reduce the amount of traffic locally, which I’m in favour of. Therefore, I’m conflicted.

  12. I agree, Gabe, more admin, more bureaucracy, “The knock on the door of the night squad, rat-tat-rat-tat-rat-tat!” However, we are currently using a massive amount of petrol, in that area, cruising round and round looking for a parking space and finding one miles away.

    Why, though, come to think of it, should we pay for a permit? It should be free.

  13. NEVER MIND. The glory that is Camberwell in autumn is here. The leaves shine in glowing metallic colours like the currency of paradise itself.

    Why, only today I was walking to the bakery on Church Street, down Camberwell Grove, when a hare-eyed clerk, late for his stool in the City, stared crazedly beneath my bonnet and thrust into my hand — the one not carrying my gamp — a crumpled piece of paper, on which was penned, the nib splattering in its urgency, the following:


    Camberwell is lovely
    in the autumn,
    its trees come alive
    like never before.

    Many old ‘Wellers
    have abandoned
    us for mournful
    Bournemouth or

    frightful Clacton
    or have themselves
    become the delights
    of Lyme Regis,

    being that way
    inclined, seeking
    happiness in the
    sea — salt, mist,

    gloom, the inevitable,
    the end — they will
    never see the leaves
    they have left behind.

    1. I could read your comments all day, Dagmar — brilliant and hilarious. I do hope there more places one can find your writing besides in the comments of this excellent blog?

  14. Looking forward to seeing what the Cannon & Cannon chaps do. Can’t ever be worse than the other wine bar that opened in Camberwell (Tire Bouchon). (One of the photos on Gumtree is mine. AKA Meat Pantone!)

    On another note, literally, I have an utterly shameless plug:

    Saturday 17th December sees the return of ORGANOKE! The very first one was in June with about 250 people belting out some karaoke classics on the church organ.

    This time we’re back for an alternative Christmas Carol service. Tickets are on sale now and there are a few early bird tickets left at £10 (including service fee) at the website, http://www.organoke.com. You can also see a short video that explains a bit more about what it’s about!


  15. Straying a bit — but not too far — from the glorious confines of Camberwell, it’s Stockwell Bus Garage open day this weekend. Anyone been?

    The photos on the web make it look fantastic. All modernist concrete elegance.

    1. Marvellous, Gabe 1952, after the terrible austerity of the 1940s, some concrete progress at last, like the Royal Festival Hall.

      “The writer Will Self has called the garage ‘the most important building in London’ ”, says Wikipedia.

      One is reminded of Preston Bus Station (Arup, 1969).

      On another note, one has heard rumour of a BEER FESTIVAL in Camberwell soon.

    1. On a different note, I happened to notice that in response to a question posed to Southwark Assembly during a Q&A, Cllr Peter John stated that the estimated cost to reopen/rebuild Camberwell station on Station road was £50-£100m.

      No indication if this is viewed as prohibitive or a reasonable amount. Given the revitalise Camberwell Green project had a price tag of £11m I believe, I would have thought £50m for a new transport link is value for money!…any thoughts?

  16. Quick status update: haven’t published anything on the site for a few months, have been travelling here and there (currently in Brazil). Will put up something new next week.

  17. They’ve got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil.

    Doug — it seems a lot of money.

    I keep getting attacked on my bike by dogs in our parks. Obviously, I should apologise to the dogs, rather than the owner asking the dog not to do it, if I’m going to fit into the new “Take back control” Britain.

  18. Thank you, Alex Crawford. It would be good if more people put into this blog. Perhaps free pints of “Camberwell Craft Ale” could be faxed down the wire for “star letters”. When it first started, there was quite a buzz because local blogs were cutting-edge social media.

    There has been a notable change in recent years.

    I like to append the view from Camberwell on the blog of “The London Review of Books”, of all things, because many ‘Wellers like that mag — two are senior writers on it — but they don’t always print what I put. They have their familiar regulars, like all clubs, who are mainly older men with strong opinions, as is the way, the opinions hardening as the testosterone leaves the body.

    I represent Camberwell on Croydon Radio’s “The Suburban Pirate”. Last episode, Friday 4 November 2016, was good. It is a somewhat etherial show — as suits the radio and South London with its Eiffel-Tower-like transmitters — and is full of suburban transcendental insights.


    1. Local blogs will come back into fashion. Everything on Facebook would be a tedious outcome.

      Obviously, it helps to have an active, earnest, and preferably witty commentariat.

      On which note, I have absolutely nothing to say!

  19. in the spirit of putting more into the blog, it appears that the review of the magistrates court went on under the radar. The MoJ is consulting on the closure of 85 magistrates around the country, Camberwell being one. The consultation is now closed.

    No doubt will be sold for resi development in the not to distant future.

    1. The court presumably asked its customers what they thought. I have to say, I have been in and it is a very melancholy place. The proceedings are always very world-weary, the customer-satisfaction rate low. Interested parties — friends and relatives ‑would try and plant their super-strength lager cans in the community orchard outside to see if they would refill. The court’s proximity was a reminder that we are all only a few steps, literally, from standing in the dock.

      What ghosts must stalk the corridors moaning “I never did nuffink,” etc.

      The sooner it is inhabited by bearded hipsters gobbling charcuterie from the old library, the better.

  20. We popped into the court earlier this week to enjoy the modernist interior, and what an attractive hall there is on the second floor.
    Don’t believe us? Take a look a this fantastic photo from back in the day: https://www.architecture.com/image-library/RIBApix/image-information/poster/magistrates-court-camberwell-green-london-the-public-waiting-area/posterid/RIBA78140.html
    Needless to say, our visit was much to the bemusement of the security and incredulity of the office staff when we asked how we could obtain a photography license.

  21. “You can come clean the modernist way, son, or the old-fashioned way, it’s up to you.”

    My neighbour and his 7‑year-old lad saw the stabbed man on the ground surrounded by his own blood, this morning, just outside St Giles, died in hospital. Churchyard sealed off all day, also the main road this evening. A private matter, one’d expect, but grim nevertheless.


  22. Charcuterie has really taken off in Camberwell since the demise of Kennedy’s. Who wants sausages when you can have charcuterie?

    There is a sign by the lake in Dulwich Park saying, please do not feed the waterfowl on bread but use defrosted peas or sweetcorn, instead, or shredded kale or romaine lettuce.

    The park is excellent for cycling round on a sunny winter’s day, but ever since Britain left the European Union, there have been markedly more dogs let off the leash there.

    The dog is a signifer. True British people prefer dogs to people. The French are lovers, the Italians are lovers, the Spanish are lovers, the Greeks are lovers, but the British are dog lovers.

    This is what people are saying, signing, when they keep a pet dog.

    Brits don’t have to train or control their dogs since the pets take precedence over other people. However, dogs are increasingly getting snagged in the chainwheels of cyclists. The only thing to do in these circumstances is finish the job using the chain as a garotte.

    The rise in the taste for local charcuterie, once again, cannot be merely dismissed as a coincidence.

    There was an article in “Country Life” recently praising the quality of duck retrieved by dogs in Dulwich Park after their owners began to take in twelve-bore.

    “Pre-stuffed with pea, corn, kale and romaine lettuce,” the piece chortled complacently, “the duck is the finest quality in Brexit Britain.”

    1. Dagmar .
      1. We have not left the European Union yet !
      2. Why do you hate dogs
      3. Cyclists should not be cycling in parks meant for walkers
      4. Shredded kale for ducks …only in Remainer Dulwich

  23. I hain’t hate dogs. I have had hot dogs at Millwall but hat’s hall.

    I think dogs have an antipathy to bikes. They think the rattling bits are badgers or some other huntable animal. My in-common-law parents’ dog hates diesel engined- but not petrol-engined vehicles. The diesels rattle, the petrols purr.

    Is Dulwich still in Europe? Rich bastards own half of Tuscany, let’s face it. In fact soon they’ll be able to buy the whole of Brexit Italy for a quid.

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