A dark square with potential: Brooke’s Market, EC1

Squashed gothic churches, beheaded saints, mysterious alleyways and a preponderance of dustbins.

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Brooke’s Market came at me out of nowhere.

Not from behind with a cudgel, but as a subject.

I’d been there before, passed through before, though I’d never stopped to take it in. This small, shadowy, grey concrete square was simply a useful cut through from Leather Lane to Holborn. It’s almost the epitome of non-descript.

From above, if viewed on a Google sat map you get no clue about what it is, or how it feels – from this perspective Brooke’s Market is just an early summer tree canopy, it could be a small park or a garden.

Then one morning, as I sat on a bench there, hastily unwrapping some pre-work toast, I saw the place differently. Not in a stunning, revelatory sense – this wasn’t exactly stumbling into Shangri-La off a side street in Holborn – but, on that day, in an instant, something about the place, its atmosphere and previously anonymous buildings, jarred and caught my attention.

At first glance there’s nothing remarkable about Brooke’s Market at all: a collection of black iron benches on a bubble-gum spattered, paved rectangle of ground, with a few bins, recycling units and a bright green donation bank for clothes.

A group of London Plane trees loom overhead, adding further long shadows to those cast by the tall buildings running almost continuously around the edges of the square. A single manky pigeon might be found shambling about the fringes, but typically, with only empty plane trees to settle on, there’s no birdlife to enliven the gloom.

On one or two of the benches an office worker on the way to somewhere else might be fiddling with their phone, while another person with nowhere in particular to go might sit and stare at the ground.

Often there is no one else there at all.

No, the aesthetic appeal of Brooke’s Market, it has to be said, isn’t readily apparent. Even in the immediate vicinity there are far more obviously interesting places to be. A short stroll to the east is the curious Ely Place with its Beadle’s Gatehouse and hidden, historic Ye Olde Mitre pub and occasionally accessible cut-through to the mythic-sounding Bleeding Heart Yard.

Running behind the square, is Leather Lane. A bountiful stretch of groaning food stalls and shops, their serried ranks offering an array of global cuisines; including perhaps the widest choice of falafel providers outside the Middle East.

A minute’s walk away in the other direction, is Gray’s Inn. If you seek pleasant views, green lawns, wildlife and fecund foliage in this part of central London, then the ‘The Walks’ as the Inn’s gardens are also known, are your best bet (just so long as you only want to visit between 1230 and 2pm and are not a hawker, a child, or a ‘disorderly person’).

In London terms, in any terms, this spot is less than ordinary – no tourist itinerary would feature it or miss it.

And yet…there is something pleasingly intriguing about this discrete little square.

The lack of grass and foliage – aside from the ten London Plane trees that tower above it – coupled with a solid wall of tall buildings that encircle the central area lend the place a bit of a New York public space feel, without the dog runs in the middle.

Access for cars whilst not impossible, is not easy and the resulting lack of traffic noisily speeding through adds greatly to the site’s hushed appeal.

Unusually for a public space in Britain there are loads of bins, almost two per-bench. The practical reason for this may be due to the proximity of Leather Lane – lots of passers by with food wrappers – plus the presence of The Lodge at St Ursula’s – a St Mungo’s hostel for older rough-sleepers to one side of the square.

That aside I like to think that in their grimy way, the square’s multitude of dustbins are encouraging passers by to slow down, stop and stay a while.

As you face The Lodge at St Ursula’s, there’s an arched alleyway to the right, Leigh Place, which leads towards Baldwin’s Gardens and a Primary School, but in the customary half-light of Brooke’s Market, it looks exactly the kind of route a breathless suspect might duck down with Holmes and Watson in hot pursuit, on a fog-bound autumn night.

To the left of the hostel, and contrasting with its lime-white walls, the soot blackened, red and yellow bricks of St Alban the Martyr, stretch up and up, in one direction forming the church’s hulking tower, in another they eventually narrow into a gabled roof with turrets, topped with a crucifix – and just a little lower down, a TV aerial.

St Alban’s grand scale crammed into a tight spot, give this half-hidden Neo Gothic edifice an uncomfortably, squeezed appearance; like a fat country priest squashed into the corner of a Southern Train vestibule.

The church’s position reminds me of similarly snugly built tenement buildings, jostling together in the closes of Edinburgh’s Old Town. Apparently, St Alban’s Victorian architect, William Butterfield, was renowned for working wonders with difficult spaces.

Built between 1861 and 1862, the church was damaged in World War II and restored by Adrian Gilbert Scott – grandson of Sir George Gilbert Scott, the architect responsible for one of the very finest Gothic Revival buildings of all, the Midland Great Hotel at St Pancras.

As for St Alban himself, well he was supposedly beheaded at some point in the 4th century in the Roman City of Verulamium (today’s St Albans) for aiding and abetting a Christian preacher fleeing the local authorities. For his trouble, and his head, Alban is now honoured as the first British martyr.

Hard by the corner, and difficult to see until you are right upon it, is a lane leading out to Gray’s Inn Road; pass along here during call to prayer times and you’ll see groups of men kneeling outside Holborn Mosque.

On the way, to your right, through a tall black wrought-iron gateway you can catch a glimpse of the imploring arms of Hans Feibusch’s ‘Jesus being raised from the dead’ on the wall of the church’s south transept. Personally I think the statue looks more like a petrified man being dragged back through the wall, either that or someone drowning in quicksand.

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Next to this at the square’s western end are the balconies of a small council block on Brooke St. These also look as if they’ve been jammed into place, making the flowers outside flats look a little like jam spurting out of a layer of sponge cake.

Opposite these across the central ground are the red brick twin gables of the Cranley Buildings. According to historian Martin Stilwell, in Housing the workers: Early London Council Housing 1889-1914 these buildings were part of a late Victorian slum-clearance scheme in the area. The name follows a fashion in the borough council’s urban development at the time for naming council blocks after towns in Surrey.

Completed in 1897, the Cranley Buildings (the Surrey town is now spelt Cranleigh) were a little unusual for such blocks at the time in that they were only three rather than five storeys tall. However by 1901 the buildings were full and home to a varied group of people:

The 1901 census shows a great diversity of occupations and a low occupancy per tenancy. The diversity is such that it makes interesting reading. The twelve tenements housed: a commercial traveller; widow (dress maker); widow (charwoman); market constable; compositor; cycle/general engineer; newsagent; market porter; hospital nurse (single occupant); unoccupied; translator/typist (single occupant); and a licensed victualler. The total occupancy being 41.

Today around the corner from here, a part of the Bourne Estate is being redeveloped, though unlike in the 19th century, not all of the flats being built as part of ‘The Camden Collection’ will be used to house the poor of the borough.

Finally, the fourth side of Brooke’s Market is completed, on Beauchamp Street, by the massive purple marbled blocks, and glass walls that comprise the back of The Prudential Building. The glossy planes of these hard slabs of post-modernism make for a sad contrast with the building’s red brick palatial Gothic Revival facade on Holborn.

Yesterday I went back to take some photographs for this post and, this time, there were people sitting on the benches, two of them.

One was a young man with big, long dreadlocks, in tears, occasionally so overcome by sobbing that he bent his head into his lap. Next to him a small, neat looking woman was trying her best to comfort him.

Weirdly the scene seemed to unfold in silence, as if the figures at its heart weren’t fully present, this silent play of negotiation and comfort continued for a long moment until the sudden bleating of a reversing dustcart broke the atmosphere.

Unfrozen, I left, via the corner by the church.

 

Links and References

St Alban The Martyr Church

William Butterfield

 

Social Housing History – Brooke’s Market

 

 

2 thoughts on “A dark square with potential: Brooke’s Market, EC1

    • Thanks. It’s funny, the dawning realisation moment came not very long after worrying about what on earth to do on the blog next, during an angst ridden commuter train journey bout of writer’s block. Within half an hour, I was sitting right in the middle of the answer. Now though it’s time to start fretting about the next.

      I must say, fifepsy is a key stop when I’m looking for inspiration.

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