Perfectly Imperfect

As a child I was lucky enough to grow up on the beach, but not this one…

This one if you’re wondering is The Reethi Rah in the Maldives…I recommend it! Back to my childhood beach, not quite so heavenly, south coast of England, looking over the English Channel, sometimes a glimpse of the Isle of Wight (sign of bad weather coming) very little sand and lots of shingle, oh and add to the glory, just up the road…a beach hut or two!

I’ve never really understood a beach hut, probably because I lived so close to the sea, so I dragged my towel from the house and went back again for lunch, there was no need for a gritty ham sandwich on the stones and there was no need nor desire for a beach hut…ever, until I saw this one…

Located on the sand dunes of Cabo Polonio on the east coast of Uruguay, to me it’s perfect imperfection.

Whitewashed walls and floors, exposed wooden rafters and earthy sand tones

Bright blue skies, white soft sand…

And no bucket and spades, no kiss me quick hats and definitely no donkey rides!

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