Before the times of low budget airlines Margate was a thriving seaside town popular with London East-End population and other local tourists. Located just one and a half hour away from London, like so many other similar towns it ended up being snubbed in favour of warmer climates.

Things are changing now: people are getting more cautious about spending their money abroad and regeneration is under way. A new gallery on the beachfront attracting those 30something Londoners and Guardian readers like me is the epitomisation of the gentrification taking place. Even the regeneration of Dreamland, the once decaying amusement park, is under way. In a strong “Brexit area” like Kent, Margate became possibly one of the few British costal towns leaning towards remaining in the EU.

But the chip shops and the ice cream cones on the beach front are still there as well as those terribly pale drunk-swimmers. This truly is the land of dreams.

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