Foodie Adventures: Brockley Market

A couple of weeks ago, the boy and I headed to Brockley Market on one of our weekend adventures.  It was a bit of a trek from North West London to Lewisham, but it was worth it for this lovely market, which was an absolute food geek’s paradise! Stall upon stall was laden with fresh, gorgeous produce, from artisan sourdough to homemade cordial, and almost every one was manned by a friendly stall holder, passionate about their wares and eager to explain the painstaking processes of producing their food.  It was great to talk to so many people so clearly pursuing their passions, and so proud of what they had to sell.

One lady explained to us what makes sourdough different from normal bread, before advising us on the best loaf for sourdough beginners (n.b. it was delicious). Another guy explained how he made his beautiful cheeses, while M made himself at home getting endless advice about different craft beers. We also tried some very VERY hot BBQ sauces, touted by some very eager guys who took great glee in our reaction to their mildest offering!

There were loads of street food trucks to choose from for lunch — our resolutions to save money and eat at home having rapidly disintegrated. After much deliberation, we went for the Saltwood Fish Bar. Matt had the fish and chips, which he declared to be one of the best he’d ever had. I had the calamari and chips — squid coated in polenta and deliciously crisp — alongside some wonderfully garlicky aioli. We ate this on several large wooden benches set at one corner of the market, alongside people enjoying everything from burritos to huge burgers from the other stalls.

I’d thoroughly recommend taking a trip to Brockley if you find yourself in the area. It’s a lovely way for anybody who likes food (isn’t that everybody…?) to spend a Saturday morning.

For the where, when and how, the website is here.

And now, for many many photographs…

 

Listening to There is an Answer by A Great Big World, Wonderful Unknown by Ingrid Michaelson and 22 by Taylor Swift.

© Rebecca Daley and ohtogoawandering, 2015.

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A very Scottish December

Waterfall

Wreath

Autumnal colours

Horizon line

Powder blue

Stream in the woods

Green and brown

Cosy pub fireside

Rust

Snow topped mountains

Keeping the logs dry?

Layers of colour

Battered haggis

Waiting for the rain to stop

Wind, rain and stormy weather could easily have  been the main features of a blustery few days spent at Tigh Mor, just above Callander in Stirling, Scotland. But there were also piles of leaves glowing amber, water gushing in torrents down snow- frosted mountains covered in golden bracken and vibrant evergreens, and raindrops collecting in glistening pools along verges and under trees. Although the views were often lost in dense cloud and driving hail, it only made the moments when the skies cleared to reveal stunning landscapes even more breathtaking. The small town of Callander looks like most places do in the rain: grey and rather uninviting. But don’t let appearances deceive you- we were welcomed by mince pies and mulled wine in one gift shop, and the chip shop offered battered haggis, that deep- fried delicacy unique to Scottish chippies (try it before you knock it).

Stirling in December was deceptively beautiful, but jumpers, multiple pairs of socks and walking boots are a must.

All content is © Rebecca Daley and ohtogoawandering, 2013.