And so we found ourselves in Margate and our heads turned by Mrs Booth's cockle shell bustle.
We had gone to see Grayson Perry's explicate 'Urban Punk', neatly labelled, annotated, and mapped, at the Turner Contemporary (@TCMargate). We admit that our local pride (adoptive and therefore not born-and-bred authentic) swells a little in knowing Walthamstow and Epping Forest are systematically jumbled amongst other familiar oddities in the quaint cabinet of curiosities that is Grayson's world view. Retrospective life sign-posted in pictogram through retro hand-thrown ceramic and tapestry.
Afterwards, we were lead on a merry dance to trace Anne Carrington's shell ladies of Margate.
We found ourselves exploring the "subterranical", "conchological", "shelimosaical" wonder that is the Shell Grotto which proved to be a worthwhile foray into the unexplained.
Then, the urban punks we are, we rode off into the [Turner] sunset ...life is but a dream
P.S. It IS worth the walk up towards the Lido to take brunch at Fort's Cafe.
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