Margate Made Me Feel Better
What do Margate, Biarritz, Felixstowe, Liverpool and Schveningen have in common?
They’ve all made me feel better at various times in my life and it doesn’t take much to realise that they’re all by the sea and can be a bit breezy.
Yesterday, after Margate, I felt a lot better and after getting my shopping at Eastfield on the way home, I took the Overground to Canonbury and walked home, which is something I rarely do from there.
I also slept very well, But as usual, I was awake before five and listening to the radio.
Walking Around Margate
I spent a couple of hours in Margate and walked up the front in the sun to the Turner Contemporary and the Sliding House.
The Turner Contemporary was well worth a visit, but the Sliding House was a bit disappointing and was very much inferior to the Dalston House.
Recently, I have been to the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao. Call me a Philistine if you like, but although the building of the Turner Contemporary isn’t of the same standard as the Guggenheim, the art it contains, even if you discount the excellent paintings by Turner, is much better than that in Spain.
To And From Margate
I took these pictures on the journeys between Stratford International and Margate stations.
One thing you can say is that the Class 395 makes a good camera platform, if you get one of the tables.
It is certainly one of the more interesting train journeys out of London, with plenty to appeal to children of all ages.
The Only Rollercoaster I’ve Ever Ridden
This article about Dreamland in Margate caught my eye.
I rode it once in probably the 1980s. I think it’s best we don’t delve into how I found myself enjoying one of the few wooden rollercoasters.
It was the only time, I ever rode on one!
I’ll go again, when and if it reopens.
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