It seems like such a long time since I've been to the sea. I don't mean nice warm foreign sea where you can drink chilled white wine and eat octopus while moaning about the small size of the sunshades, I mean the English seaside, with warm cold drinks, rock, pebbles poking you in the back and bad toilets.
While feeling romantically nostalgic for something I don't like at all I have rediscovered some photos of beach huts I took on the Isle of Wight a few years ago and after hours and hours of trying to make them look beautiful, I think I have finally succeeded!
Here's my first one, a beautiful red and white example of the Great British Beach Hut, the place where you recover from the beach! Click here for more beach huts.