Beach huts at Blankenberge

Sadly wending our way home from Holland, we broke the journey at the Belgian resort of Blankenberge.   On a perfect day, I loved the crisp colours of the little beach huts against the sky. Some of them were elaboratedly decorated with paintings and one even with mouldings.

After a great run round on the huge golden sands, we annoyed the dogs by wandering down the esplanade looking for something to eat, winding up with hot dogs and classic Belgian frites with lashings of mayo.