It’s not the Mediterranean, but Margate is loved all
the same. Nine miles of long sandy beaches, amusement arcades and cheap
B&B’s. Then as quickly as it appeared, summer’s gone and Margate is mothballed
until the spring. At least that’s what you’d think as you watch it disappear
in your rear view mirror. But not everyone in Margate is a day-tripper.
Some came and never left...
