Wapping Market sits by the water, fuelled by great food, good people, and the occasional dog in a jumper. It’s a community-powered market, funded by our amazing Market Patrons, and built around supporting small businesses, musicians, crafters, and anyone brave enough to work outside in British weather.

We’re not here out of obligation, we’re here because we honestly love it. The people are lovely, the food’s unreal, and somehow, it always feels like the best part of the week. If you know, you know.

“A place to forget you’re in London”

Meet the Team

Looks effortless, right? That’s the idea. But behind the scenes of Wapping Market is a suspiciously large army of people lifting, hauling, setting up, plugging in, and generally shifting things that are usually heavy, awkward, or mysteriously leaking.

Terry and his crew arrive early with three vans and enough kit to build a village. Fabi keeps the whole thing on track with her signature clipboard. Theo and Sam juggle traders, power cables, and last-minute surprises. Our musicians bring the atmosphere, and the traders bring the magic.

Will usually pops in around lunchtime to chat with our amazing Patrons, top up their glasses, and then find a quiet corner to stress over how on earth this is all going to break even.

So that’s the crew. That’s the chaos. That’s Wapping Market.
We look forward to welcoming you soon, whether you’re a first-timer, a regular, or just here for the peaches and Pimm’s.

Market Manager
Fabi keeps the whole show running — usually with a clipboard in one hand and a coffee in the other. She’s the storm in the calm, the boss of the stall plan, and the reason things actually happen on time (some of the time).
She’s built great relationships with traders, locals, and regulars alike, and has a knack for solving everyone’s market problems before they’ve realised it exists. Whether it’s a fridge breaking down or someone needing a hand unloading at 7:45am, Fabi’s already there.

Founder
William started Wapping Market with nothing more than a Ford Fiesta, some IKEA furniture and a phone full of trader numbers, and a stubborn belief that local markets matter. Five years later, he's still here most Saturdays — moving tables one inch to the left or right, chatting with customers, and quietly obsessing over whether the atmosphere is right.
He’s worked in property, food, events, and chaos — but it’s Wapping that’s stuck. For him, the market isn’t just about selling things; it’s about creating space for people to connect, for small businesses to thrive, and for the occasional dog to steal a sausage.