People ask why we moved – me, Mrs T, three children, a dog, lots of books – to Margate: here’s why.
The summer kicked off with Outboard, a block party in an old boat yard in Margate. Photos here.
Then there was a performance by Siobhan Davies at Turner Contemporary. Photos here.
Margate Meltdown the next week was pretty ace. Well, it’s the Ace Cafe run. Photos here. There were more motorbikes, when the First Night Riders visited the Theatre Royal. Photos here. And we popped down the Harbour Arm a few times, to catch the beautiful cars at the Thanet Classics meetup. Photos here.
Breakfast Club led us off on a walking tour of Margate’s history. Photos here. And Story Hunt by Daniel Bye was rather special, too. Photos here. The storytellers who own Margate’s shop are a whole summer’s entertainment by themselves. Photos here.
The Red Ladies visited town and staged a demonstration at the Theatre Royal. Photos here.
There was also a great night at Follow The Herring at the Theatre Royal.
And Dwelling appeared at Turner Contemporary – worth visiting again and again, as the light changed. Photos here. The Red Ladies and Dwelling were part of Summer of Colour which included bundles of other stuff, too. Photos here.
Roundabout was another bit of Summer of Colour, a pop up theatre which the Theatre Royal brought to the Winter Gardens. Photos here. We saw three shows in there. And in the Winter Gardens in its normal role, we saw Coco and the Butterfields, when my son’s choir sang with them.
There was more music for the Margate Soul Weekend – with Norman Jay, who I DJ’d with years ago. Photos here.
Another day trip took us down to Folkestone. Photos here.
And in Margate, there’s a constant background noise of artists like Paul Hazelton and Tom Swift to keep you entertained, too. Photos here.
Throw in trips to Whitstable, Herne Bay, Broadstairs and Canterbury, days out at the Powell-Cotton Museum (below) and Quex Park (photos here from their military weekend), art on the doorstep at Turner Contemporary, the Giant Print festival, sandy beaches and chalk cliffs… well, why wouldn’t you move to Margate, if you possibly could?
PS And that’s without including the fast train to London so I can get to work in Stoke quickly…