Margate Magic 🏄 Traditional Cache

On Ventnor Ave by the salty sea air,

Where lattes and sunshine make quite the pair,

There’s a cache that’s been placed with some magical flair—

A secret that’s hiding, but only just bare.

An uncle, two nieces with laughter so bright,

Set the scene for a fun little caching delight.

Near a bus stop, where the city meets sand,

A touch of metal waits for your hand.

So grab your cold brew, take in the scene,

And look for the spot where things aren’t so routine.

It’s clever, it’s subtle, it might take a knack—

But Margate’s got magic, if you’re on the right track. 🧲✨☕️ 🚌