As more of my generation leave London I think: thank god I never did that

SOMETIME around their late thirties and early forties, something happens to each London generation.

- Paul Flynn

A fundamental division emerges between those who flit the city for the coast and those who stay. The old ravers head to Margate. The gays to St Leonards. Fancy types that need at least one boutique hotel in their immediate sightline gravitate to Broadstairs or Deal. Artful bohemian London will land in Lewes. Each seaside enclave houses its own distinct demographic. One wonders how those who choose the chocolate box village green and Etsy shopping vibes of the prim Suffolk shoreline ever coped with the capital. Perhaps they rarely left Chiswick?