A Pocket Guide to Margate, Kent

Since the Turner Contemporary opened here in 2011, the seaside town of Margate has undergone a renegade renaissance fuelled by craft beer, art, vintage shops and seafood caught on the Kent coast. But does it deserve the moniker “Shoreditch-on-Sea”? Try our recommendations to find out.

We closed our eyes and turned our faces towards the sun, the scent of sunscreen and salt wafting through the air. We could have been anywhere in the world. A remote Greek island, somewhere on the West Coast or perhaps a sleepy Italian fishing village. Just as our imaginations began to take over, we heard: "Shall we go inside for a cuppa, Angela?" We turned around to see a stout old woman in a string vest beckoning her friend. Angela, it seemed, had been enjoying the sunshine a little too much and her arms, chest and face had turned a worrying shade of magenta. They packed up their stripy umbrella and plucked two British flags from the sand, waddling up towards a white hut selling fish and chips, pizza and kebabs. We were not in Greece, California or Italy. We were in Margate in Kent, on one of the hottest days of the year.

While Margate may have a little way to go before it becomes "the new Brighton", it's hard to ignore its growing appeal. Londoners have been flocking to this town of late, lured by low house prices and short commute from the capital. They have brought with them speciality coffee, craft beer and 'locavore' (eating locally sourced produce) dining. In the folds of the old town there is a wealth of curiosity shops, Scandi-style homeware stores and vibrant little cafes flanked by old, peeling pubs. With the Turner Contemporary gallery at its heart, Margate's art scene is flourishing (Tracey Emin grew up here) with independent galleries hosting a year-round calendar of exhibitions. Seafood is everywhere, from pastel-coloured oyster bars to hip restaurants serving local catches with natural wine. But the old Margate of scruffy caffs, boarded-up shop fronts and empty, flashing games arcades lives on.

It is the England of photographer Martin Parr's vision - one of dripping ice cream, dodgy tattoos, sagging sun chairs, battered cod and fading amusement rides. The sweeping beach is overlooked by concrete tower blocks and ferris wheels. And the sunsets, which JMW Turner called the most beautiful in world, throw dusky pink light over the jetty and turn the sea dark blue. With more outsiders than ever jumping at the chance to live here, Margate continues to change and grow. But its old, gritty spirit is made of tougher stuff. With the two sides of this seaside town at play, there has never been a better time to visit.


The Reading Rooms

Margate, United Kingdom

Less than five-minutes walk to the beach and Turner Contemporary, it’s no wonder The Reading Rooms is a popular posting among a hip crowd. Margate’s magnetism fluctuates from season to season but this cosy Georgian townhouse is welcoming year-round. Built in the 1760s, the house’s original architectural features have been preserved. The three spacious guest rooms, each covering an entire floor, with windows overlooking the tree-lined Georgian square offer guests sedate surroundings in which to truly unwind. Breakfast is served in-room on a large antique butler tray; eat it in bed or by the window with views over the square.


31 Hawley Square, Margate, CT9 1PH


Sands Hotel

When financier Nick Conington bought a derelict shoreside property at auction in 2011, he became a pioneer of Margate’s renaissance. Plans for flats had been on the cards, but he found out that the place had been the Terrace Hotel in the late 19th century and decided to bring it back to life. Light-flooded rooms along with the opening of the modern-European Bay Restaurant and art-deco ice-cream parlour Melt draw visitors in search of contemporary luxury – the vibe here is more superyacht than Margate’s typical artsy flair. Head to the fifth-floor terrace and you’ll see why Turner was smitten with Margate’s skies.


16 Marine Drive, CT9 1DH


Walpole Bay Hotel

In all its fading glory, this grande-dame hotel makes for an, erm, offbeat stay. Rising from the Cliftonville cliffs, Walpole Bay hasn’t changed much since it opened in 1914, and it’s for this reason that you’ll either despise it or fall head over heels for all its quirks – fans include Tracy Emin and Ray Winston as well as East London types with a penchant for all things vintage. Muse over owner Jane Bishop’s curious collection of framed napkins and wedding dresses before fuelling up with a Walpole cream tea for a lazy afternoon walk – step out of the front door and you’re right on the Viking Coastal Trail.


Fifth Avenue, CT9 2JJ