Visiting markets is one of my favourite things: generally mooching about the markets discovering cool things and watching people is always a holiday highlight: Berlin and Barcelona have both been brilliant for that. Whilst at the RCA I lived near Portobello Market, and loved the atmosphere, and the range of things on offer: for two years I didnt visit a supermarket once, and found great gifts for people, that you couldn't possibly find in a High Street chain store. I guess markets are in my blood, my grandparents were greengrocers, my Gran started off selling flowers outside the cemetery at Forest Hill when she was little, and she tells stories of cooking beetroots and skinning rabbits to sell on stalls at East Street Market. That some folk in West Norwood decided it would be cool to have a monthly market on their Street, and then actually worked to make it happen thrills me. And that so many local people came out with such enthusiasm makes it all the more exciting!