Beach huts are everywhere along the coast where I live. I can see them daily marching down the beach proudly, owning their little plot of sand. Some areas just have one row facing the oncoming sea, but in the town centre, there are tiers of these tiny temporary abodes. Row upon row rise higher and higher emerging from the edge of the sand like a huge Egyptian pyramid. Being born and bred in the greener suburbs of outer London, where neither beach nor hut exists, I find them simply fascinating.
Unframed watercolour on watercolour board. 80cm x 80cm