Places, like property prices, go up and down. Margate, in the most northerly corner of Kent, is just beginning the uncertain journey upwards again. The county’s largest resort, it has acres of ribbed brown sand and a harbour enclosed by a pier, ending in a lighthouse.
Margate thrived when Turner painted there, and London workers arrived by daily packet for a waft of ozone, cockles and jellied eels.
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