The Hut: Evenings

Sometimes it’s just nice sitting by the sea. Breathing in the fresh breeze and evening air. Being cleansed by that salty, seaweed scent. The sun slowly setting across the horizon, shining those last few scorching rays before disappearing for another day. Those evenings are nice: simple, even. But ultimately blissful. 

Cheerio for now! 

The Hut: the First Dip of the Season

As many of our days are going now, our days usually start with a look at the weather forecast. It’s generally the first few days of the week we head for that sunny bay. Sometimes it’s glorious sunshine, other times the wind picks up quite fiercely and wind surfers swarm the beach in packs. Whatever the weather we always have a good time, and nothing puts us off a trip to the hut. 

This particular day was sunny and warm, with blue skies surrounding us. We sat in the sun, drunk in the salty air and generally watched the world go by. The tide slowly went out as folks bought their canoes and paddle boards down for an evening glide along the waters ever-changing shimmering surface. Before our time was up, at the bay, we headed down to the waterside to dip our toes in the warm water for the first time. The foamy waves greeted us, along with masses of seaweed and shells of all shapes and sizes. After drudging along the waters edge for a little longer than expected, we eventually managed to get back to the hut dry off and then head home; napping on the way home to a nice brew and some hearty grub’. 
Cheerio for now!

The Hut: A Sunny Evening By the Sea

A bad day with a blissful ending. 

 After a rough night and not exactly ‘good’ day, we decided to take a trip to the hut for the evening. It was too much for me to change so instead I just shrugged on a hoodie, some fuzzy socks and my big boots. I bundled into the car, where i snuggled down with my hot water bottle before our car journey commenced. Before joining the winding roads and highways which would lead us to, what was becoming, our second home -that faithful hut; we grabbed a cold coke from the drive-thru before weaving onto the highway. 

Our journey was relatively easy, barring the jolting pain from potholes every now and then; which was utterly agonising. We got to the beach, to find skies of blue and shining sun, the type that as it starts to lower into the horizon goes bright, and beams beautiful shades of orange & gold hues everywhere. We decided on getting a couple of chairs out and simply watching the world go by; a blissful pass-time in my family. The breeze built every-so-often carrying the scent of salty waters and seaweed entwined with one another. The movement of the waters edge, greeting us reluctantly as the tide slowly swept out of the bay. The combination of noises; seagulls overhead, water to our side and the whisper of the long layer of grass covering the hilltops merged into a quiet type of buzz. The silence and stillness of that moment surrounded us, as we were left to sit there and dilly-daydreaming of what was yet to come. 

Cheerio for now! 

The Hut: The First Cup of Tea

After that close call with the first camping stove, we decided to take some major precautions with our fire safety knowledge and make sure all our equipment was the right specifications to use with our other gadgets and gizmos. Having done this, we were ready to take on the mission again: a cup of tea. 

Still getting the hang of beaching it’, and with the warm weather not quite kicking in yet it was the perfect moment to get the kettle going for that perfect brew. With a fresh batch of biscuits at the ready we enjoyed every sip of that first cup -even more knowing nothing and no one was harmed in the process of making it! 

Cheerio for now!

The Hut: Close Calls and New Neighbours

Having got all our gear loaded in the car and getting the flooring laid down, we decided it was time to start getting the shelves, signs and general decor done. We started with the shelving, as this was going to be our main storage it was generally the most important and most time consuming of it all. 

still intact after our fire drill 
Having dragged my grandfather down to do the task at hand we set about our own little tasks whilst he tinkered and tampered with timber or all shapes and sizes. This day was very eventful to say the least. This was actually the day that my mother almost set light to the hut along with my grandfather and I cornered inside it. All I can say is a lot of swearing and shouting followed that eventful moment, as well as some severe shakes. Ironically enough, she was actually trying to get the stove going so we could make a cup of tea and once the whole scene was over we all could’ve done with a cupa to calm our nerves! 

That was actually the day we met one of our neighbours -so you can imagine the great first impression we made on them. Needless to say, the rest of our day went well, there were no other casualities and definitely learnt our lesson the hard way. Fire safety is no joke kids. The weather was beaut and we did get those shelves done so mission accomplished! 

Cheerio for now! 

The Hut: The First Day

As I mentioned in my last post, I am now the owner of a beach hut. 
The location of my hut is at West Brook Bay, a quiet little beach just round from Margate which I’ve been visiting since I was about six or seven years old. It’s my favourite beach and is where I’ll often be found during the summer season. Throughout the process of getting our hut we have collected gadgets and gizmos a plenty -you just sang that, didn’t you?-, along with numerous DIY and decoration bits and bobs for the hut as well. It’s been a long -yet fun, process of getting everything ready for the day we finally moved into the hut: the 1st of April. 

When April finally swung round, excitement was in the air as we all fell into the car and headed to the bay to see our hut being put up. That day was pretty special and marked the beginning of a beautiful chapter in our lives; where we would make some amazing memories with friends and family as well as meet some new friendly faces. The process of getting everything in place has been some-what longer than we thought -purely because it’s our first year there and we’re learning as we go along. As I write this now we are in the middle of painting and ‘DIY-ing’ which is a fun process; I feel like we’re on some sort of DIY show, transforming the place into our own little oasis. 

Naturally, I have taken a ton of photos over the course of time, which of course hope to put up here in due course; there truly are so many that I think it best I just stick to the ones from the first day… 

Though there were clear skies and glorious sunshine, there was also super strong wind which was a little too tough for my dry skin but ultimately what I needed to knock the stuffing outta me!

Having now spent a fair amount of time down at the bay, we’ve become familiar with the regulars. A lot of them are dog walkers like the lady with the golden retriever who always stops for a chat, and the dude with the dalmatian -who’s name is Bonnie; then this guy. Having seen him several times, on his regular jog I have subsequently named him ‘the running man’ and am convinced the emoji was made with him in mind… I’m not a people watcher or nothing though…

My keys! After finding out we were getting a beach hut, I instantly knew what key chain I had to get for the keys. When I think about the beach I automatically think of fish and chips; so naturally this keychain is the perfect fit! I got it from a boutique called Mosaic in Whitstable. I have quite a few key chains from there already, so, naturally, why not keep the collection going!?

As I said before these are just a few of my photos taken throughout this process; I have truly taken a ton of photos! So apologies in advance for the many ‘photo-&-commentary’ posts coming your way. I think it’s evident that when I’m fit and able to leave the house I go a little snap-happy.

Cheerio for now!

Sunday: by the sea



After a busy week we piled into the car and headed East for a day by the coast, more precisely -Whitstable. It was Easter weekend so the town was swamped with everyone and their dogs. It was a bright and sunny day, with only a hint of breeze forcing the long sleeves to come down. We weaved in and out of the boutiques, book stores and florists, admiring neat treasures and trinkets, buying one of each and laughing with locals along the way. Surprisingly, I didn’t actually buy that much in the bookstore. Unfortunately they didn’t have the book I originally went in for *sob* so i had to order it in and we’ll pick it up another day; such a shame but it also means another trip to the bookstore is promised! Instead I came out with a few recommended books for my studies, and some notecards so all was not lost. 
We then went on to the florist, which just so happens to be my moms favourite shop. The florist is not only home to the prettiest fresh flowers and plants, but also ‘shabby chic’ signs, ornaments, vase’s, the best smelling candles, diffusers, and much more. If you compared our home to the florist, you’d think we were an advert for it! After spending a very long time in there (…and a lot of money) we eventually made out with bags upon bags, with me dragging my mom out of there and the shop tenders waving us off. 
It was then we settled down for some well deserved sustenance, in the form of dinner at the Tudor Tea Rooms. Crowded around our table, we delighted on platters, baguettes, omelettes and chips; myself a fish finger sandwich -an urban delicacy, within the common folk of Britannia. The tea rooms is a laid back yet communal setting where everyone is a friendly face. In summer it is packed with those enjoying the local festivals, in winter it is occupied with those avoiding the cold and cozying up by the wood-burning fireplace. The rooms filled with laughter, chatter and the occasionally “hello, what are you doing down here”; as we ate and slurped away. A few laughs later we were out of the door and headed back through the crowds, exploring narrow alleyways and lanes along the high street leading through to the coast. 
As the sea air hit us as we reached the seafront so did the realisation of how tired we truly were and so, we all fell back into the car before heading for a quick gelato in Broadstairs, and then headed home. Barely able to keep our eyelids open we made it home before collapsing in a heap on the sofa and then a few hours later browsing our purchases. My favourite purchase being a toss up between my Lavender, rose petals and Algues (exfoliant) soap bars from the Florist and my picture frame from The Clothing Horse. All in all, our Sunday was a pretty pleasant and chilled out day. 
How did you spend your Easter Sunday? 
Cheerio for now! 
Note to self; invent ‘scratch and sniff’ for digital screens so that everyone can smell just how great the soap bars smell.