I wanted somewhere down on the beach,
To chill out in, to change in, the surf within reach,
So I took a deep breath and I mortgaged my soul,
And bought one of these beauties, as my special bolt hole.
The Beach Hut
10 Saturday May 2014
Posted in poetry
Caro Field Author 
So may people so little beach, so happy that we can spend time there each year without mortgaging my soul.I must return to the ocean as if I am being pulled, it’s where I can think clearly and renew….
But that picture is sad for it seems the whole town has come with me……………..
Aha, William, you are lucky that you have the opportunity to replenish your soul regularly!
Pretty little Easter basket houses, all in a row. 🙂 I just went to the Japan Sea’s coast on Tuesday, and it reminded me how much I miss living right on the ocean’s doorstep. I may have to return to that life in the future.
The sea has a strange and wonderful pull, doesn’t it??
It’s a quaint picture. I understand some people really customize their little beach huts. I like the idea. Also like a deserted beach.
They cost a fortune these days!