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I went to see the sea

10/25/2019

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I promised myself that once I had finished all my new editions, updated my website, etc, etc (all those things a writer is supposed to do that isn't writing), I would go and stand on a beach and look at the sea.
It didn't matter which sea.  The one closest to London was preferable.  I haven’t actually seen the sea for over ten years.  The last time was in South Africa, the year I saw my mother before she died.  The beaches here aren’t a patch on South Africa’s South Coast and we weren’t even on a particularly nice one.  Port Edward isn’t anyone’s idea of a Fab Holiday, but for some reason, my parents liked it.
The closest beach to central London is Brighton.  This was not the sea I wanted to see.  After much investigation (i.e. measuring the shortest train journey), I settled on Margate.  The idea of Margate tickled me pink – there’s a Margate on the South Coast too, along with a Ramsgate (I don’t think there’s a Brighton….), so I thought it would be hilarious if I went to the original Margate.  Ironically, both the British and South African Margates are considered to be somewhat tacky and are both extremely overcrowded in summer.  (Port Edward was a bit further down the coast, closer to the Wild Coast, and much more isolated). 
 
So off to Margate I went.  I thought it was horrible when I got there:  tacky beyond belief.  But the sea was green.  And then I got lost in Old Town.  Then I found a bookshop in an old bank.   I got lashed with wind and rain for about a minute.  I heard a few waves splash up against an ancient promenade.  I saw huge tankers and ferries edge their way across the horizon.  I saw the sea from the upstairs gallery in that awful Turner building.  Then I had an early lunch at The Mad Hatter’s Tea Shop and fell in love.  By then the tide had gone out and I got full of sand walking along the seaweedy tide line.  At last, I stopped walking and just stood on a bit of slippery rock and looked and looked and looked.
Because that’s all I wanted to do:  I wanted to look at the sea. 
 
Obligatory holiday snaps to follow.

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