Here be Dragons: Merton – Abbey Mills Market

January 12, 2017

The band ends in an abrupt finale and awkwardly waits for cheers that never arrive. They sing under a giant rectangular wooden canopy three steps up from the spectators, two dozen forty-somethings that share their time between a pint and hopelessly trying to handle their kiddies. Speakers play some static for a change and they […]

Here be Dragons: Merton – Wimbledon Common and Windmill

January 5, 2017

Wimbledon Common Wimbledon Common is a huge green area by the side of Wimbledon. It is entangled by a few major roads but cars die out eventually as I venture deeper in. With 460 hectares of land, it is ranked 4th among green spaces in Greater London. Here was a popular duel place in the […]

Here be Dragons: Merton – Wandle Industrial Museum

December 22, 2016

The next bead stands as a small shed near on the green of the forgotten conservation area, just a short walking distance from both Mitcham and Wandle. A small green, War remembrance cross. Outside you could mistake it for the service building for the nearby Vestry Hall. At the entrance I am greeted by most […]

Here be Dragons: Merton – Intro and Mitcham

December 9, 2016

In my hand I hold a small and elegant hart-shaped jewellery box. Inside, there is a set of two jewellery pieces: a brooch and a necklace. A bizarre set, crafted by a mad goldsmith, it seems, the pieces did not actually both belong to each other. The brooch, so bright and elaborate, so shiny, it […]

Here be Dragons: Wimbledon Stadium – Sunday Market

December 1, 2016

“Three fresh chickens for 8 pounds” – the mic cracks. I open back my eyes. The night has not been fooling anyone, not even itself for very long. The night can cover much, but it is not forever. The grey greyhound magic has lost its strength. The daylight charms are different. “A whole loin for […]

Here be Dragons: Wimbledon Stadium – “A Night at the Dogs”

November 25, 2016

The nightfall was now just a few dog barks behind. The moon shows me the way by a faint reflection in the pool of water in the middle of the car park. Distant street lights faint as they reach the surreal brutalist exterior of the Stadium. You can only hear the Moon shining and the […]

Here be Dragons: Wimbledon Tournament and Victorian stoicism

July 14, 2015

Wimbledon Transformed So, crowds are storming a small south London suburb, Sharapova is staring at me from every tube station selling mineral water and sports section of newspapers has suddenly jumped a queue to the front pages? It must be Wimbledon! For The Fortnight, Wimbledon changes dramatically from the quiet village it usually is. Normally […]