In which one discovers that Englishness is defined by beach huts.
This photo was taken on a stunningly clear, hot day on the south coast of Devon, and I seriously believe that, one feature aside, it could be pretty much any beach in the world. Somehow, though, the English psyche has, laudably and with a devotion to self parody, decided to plonk sheds all along the edge, just in case we miss the allotment too much. Rule Britannia!
