Whilst it is wonderful to sit outside the hut, basking in the warm summer sunshine, there is something to be said for a bracing walk along the coast, then back to the hut for a hot mug of tea or a steaming bowl of soup, then to sit and watch the wind blown dog walkers scurrying past, and the grey clouds rolling across the khaki sea, from behind double glazed windows, in the warm with a worn out, sleeping dog at ones feet.
