My original plan for the day was a walk over the White Cliffs from Dover to Deal. However, the forecast of very strong winds for the day would have meant a far less than agreeable walk, to say nothing of safety. I modified my plan to walk a stretch of the coastline I had already covered on the venerable bike.
Leaving Coventry at 6:51, the train was early (7:50) into Euston. A brisk walk over to St Pancras and I was on board the 8:14, arriving at Dover by 9:20. (Not bad for less than £8). My change of plan meant a short wait in Dover before my train arrived to take me to Ramsgate, where I duly arrived at 1040.
Ramsgate Station is about a mile away from the seafront which made for dreary walking past row upon row of dreary terraced housing. At some time in the past these houses would nave looked alike, making for a harmonious whole, but in the interest of individuality, cheap renovations and extensions have made the place look a mess. As I approached the seafront, things looked up and I came across more attractive level of architecture.
On reaching the seafront, there were a number of large and attractive hotels and a delightful square of coastguard cottages. The view over the beach and towards the harbour to my right were excellent. On the downside, the strong wing made its presence felt in comparison to the sheltered narrow streets.
Onward then along the promenade and through Winterstoke Gardens, (A broad swathe of grass with a mock Grecian pavillion and into King George VI Memorial Park (An even broader swathe of grass with trees).
Dumpton arrived with some interesting architecture and the English terminal of the cross Channel telephone link. The building looks diminutive and old, but I am informed that it remains in service as a fibre optic connection with Belgium.
Broadstairs is a splendid unspoiled place with many ancient buildings blending in well with the Victorian. It has an air of calm superiority about it and is a place I intend to return to when I have completed the coastal journey.
Walking out of Broadstairs along the the beach, I passed a yellow door in front of a cave in the cliff. The sign on the door read "Bay Inspector's Office" and the company "Thanet Leisure Force". My only thought was "To Hell with the standard of office accommodation, I appear to have missed my vocation somewhere along the line!"
I climbed the steps up the cliff to the road and a little further on entered the North Foreland Private Estate. Despite the OS map showing the route of the footpath along the busy road, it is more pleasant to walk through the estate past large and expensive houses and there are no indications to the contrary.
Emerging from the Estate, I rejoined the cliff top path and walked past the impressive looking Kingsgate Castle, now converted into apartments. Turning east by the small fort at White Ness, I was greeted by a windy blast which slowed my progress for the remainder of the journey.
The grassy strip between Cliftonville and the sea would have been a pleasant walk on almost any other day, but I pushed on through the wind into Margate, a town which has clearly seen better days. Many of the buildings appeared to be in poor condition and seemingly little progress was in evidence to restore this resort to its former glory. Wandering around the town, I was impressed by the railway station and little else.
A meal and a pint at Wetherspoons was followed by a bus journey back to Ramsgate and the train home.