A palimpsest of texts inscribed on the cliff face west of Margate. Who is Violeta, what was special about 1935, is I Steve a vision of the future?

This is just a few metres of an immense  running inscription, unfolding a theatre of memory and an archaeology of seaside experience.  Will this record be pored over for its meaning in the future or are these human experiences as enduring as the chalk they are written on?

Go and see it one day, see who you can find.