The beach huts, they intrigue, horrify, and amuse me ...
For me, a child of New Zealand, the beach is about Nature, with a capital N. It's not about about shelter and masses of 'stuff'. It's not about windbreaks, umbrellas, or cafes.
But there I was, down on the beach in Holland today, delighted by the light and the colour, horrified by the 'civilised' nature of the beach ... but. at the same time, enjoying a glass of red wine or two at those cafes located every few hundred metres along the sand.
There was live music too ...
