Beach huts – they go for hundreds of thousands of pounds. Or you can sit on the council waiting list for 20 years to lease one long term. I simply hired one for a month. It was bliss!
Coming out of the first lockdown, I signed up to an early morning bootcamp, looking to get out the house and meet people. Making the most of the long summer, we attempted to spend as much time as possible down at the beach, drinking tea, and enjoying the views. Early morning bootcamps came with early morning swims, and curling up with a hot coffee and porridge, watching the world come alive.
It was the perfect summer stay-cation with the best people, and significantly made up for the lack of travel and adventure. Furnished only with a gas bottle and a double cooker, the hut provided a space to relax out the wind, prepare for the day, or read books without being walked over by the other beach goers.
The weather has now turned, and the wind is icy. I miss the hut with its warmth and views, but next time I venture down to the beach it will be with a wetsuit and a flask of something hot.
Finding my own way 
I want to join you there 🙂 xx
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