Beach huts

Today I took the train along the coast to a little place called St James, where I found this row of colourful beach huts.

I sat on the sand and watched a few folk swimming in a pool built into the sea. From time to time the waves came crashing over the low wall into the pool and it looked so inviting, I wished I had my cozzie with me.

Found another café with the essential ingredient and am sitting out at a table on the pretext of needing a beer. I don't think the staff are fooled...