A couple of months ago whilst visiting my son for the weekend in Plymouth, I espied this little gem of a beach hut on the old part of the Plymouth sea front. It was built into the slope that characterises the older cliffs-and-concrete ediface that is where Plymouth Hoe meets the sea.
I took a sneaky snap of the cabin because I thought the space and the idea behind it was so delightful. How lovely to take a book and a picnic and on those days when there are no pressing commitments and the sun is shining or even intermittent, and to head off to ones own little sanctuary for the day. My love of beach cabins is perhaps apparent from my banner picture. Perhaps my van is a mobile proxy since I do not live immediately by the sea. I have seen beach cabins all over the country in their colourful lines facing beaches and stretches of rocky shingle adjoining the ocean. I don't know if this is a particularly British phenomenon as I have rarely been to the seaside in other countries. But this one has a very English feel to it.
I just had to get a photo as I passed by. I know it was intrusive to do so but I suspect the tenant of the cabin is extremely unlikely to pass by this humble page. And even should he do so, I would explain how uplifted I was to see his little space by the sea and how homely and cheerful he had made it. I also very much approve of his choice of headwear. He must be a splendid fellow indeed!
And the view was, given the glorious early spring weather, quite beautiful. My picture does not do it justice. I am not often covetous but I am deeply envious of this chap's opportunity to sit in comfortable solitude with a cup of tea and look out at Drake's Island and the sea beyond.