Seaweed lies in front of us on the beach like matted hair, its pods blistering the muddy surface. And so my love affair with the British seaside began. The seaside had everything: sand (possibly), shingle (most definitely) and waves (the tidal machine was never switched off). Back then, we were the only brown faces on the beach, but experienced no racism; the seaside brought with it a universal camaraderie. Photograph: courtesy of Yvonne SinghLife has come full circle, and Margate is now a place I take my children.

Source: The Guardian August 05, 2017 09:01 UTC