But when I do get up early on a Sunday, it’s for a purpose (and determination) to get to the Sunday Market and snap up those bargains.
Something that always becomes almost a strong moral code at the market is; “one person’s trash, another’s treasure”, which I could not agree with more.
Those antique bits and bobs draw me in like a fly to food on a Summers night, I do have a
fairly large enormous collection of stuff (nope, I refuse to call it junk).
It’s really an investment.
I just love the bustling and eager vibe from the early rises, all out for a good shop (and maybe a sneaky little jam doughnut… it’s gotta be done).
There’s a little bit of everything for someone;
clothes? ya sorted.
retro records? ya sorted.
plants of all kinds? ya sorted.
A little musical entertainment whilst you go on your way?
Pretty much, the markets got it. Something for everyone. Ain’t it fun!
And incase you’re wondering the market pictured is the Camberwell Market, it’s pretty RAD.
Thanks for stopping by!