Oof. Day out to Ramsgate, checking it out for potential relocation. Well. Absolutely beautiful harbour, and street after street of amazing houses, but... rough as all hell. The town centre was all boarded up pound shops, life-threatening boozers, and loads of very fat people with tattoos shouting 'shut the fuck up' to their kids. I mean, there's a Waitrose, so I wasn't expecting that kind of thing. Apparently a recently built out-of-town shopping centre has sucked the very life out of the town centre.
Not quite sure where all the residents of the beautifully interior-decorated houses on Right Move hang out, but we didn't find them.
I searched for signs of artisans and hipsters, and thus that change was just around the corner, but only saw one man with a beard, one bar selling Aperol spritz, and not a single flat white. So I think we're too early on the curve. It will no doubt one day be lovely once more, and we could no doubt make a long-term killing, but in the meantime could be a bit miserable.
Broadstairs is looking more appealing. Or Canterbury. But DP has his heart set on the seaside.
On the plus side, I now feel very slim.