I love beach huts. I like their individuality. They come in all sorts of different colours and they look totally different on the inside depending on the owner. I live on Portland and the pictures above are taken at Portland Bill. I love being there especially on a windy rainy day, when there are not many people around. I have told you before about my longing for silence. I don’t mind noise that comes from nature, as in the crashing of the waves against the rocky shore, or the cry of the seagul. I often wonder what it would be like to spend a fortnight in a beach hut in a remote place. I am longing for being alone and silence and keep wondering if I would be able to find myself if I get a break from ‘real life’. I keep thinking that in a place like that I would have time to explore so many ideas for stories and photography projects. i wouldn’t need wifi, but I would need my laptop to write and of course I would take books. Oh this sounds like pure bliss. Maybe one day I will be able to take a complete break and go and explore the silence I am so missing in my life 😉