Last week I spent a day in Bournemouth with some of my family, one niece swam in the sea and then we looked unsuccessfully for any beach huts for sale. Any one who knows me knows my deep love of huts, sheds and outbuildings generally. A walk in the setting sun along the lines of beach huts in Boscombe is for me like a pilgrimage to the land of the Ur-hut. As the king in the car park surely didn't say: a hut, a hut, my kingdom for a hut...
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