Then, I noticed another link, this time relating to beach huts. Here is my photo of the huts at Lyme Regis, featured on D's blog and right next to the huts is this extremely pink beach cafe ; even the salt and pepper pots look edible.
"At every step you make me digress; today I do not know whither I am destined." (Tagore)
Then, I noticed another link, this time relating to beach huts. Here is my photo of the huts at Lyme Regis, featured on D's blog and right next to the huts is this extremely pink beach cafe ; even the salt and pepper pots look edible.
Beach huts, windows . . . it's been that kind of a week, hasn't it? How lovely to see these little themes catching a mood, taking off and wafting across the blogosphere. I'd forgotten about these beach huts at Lyme - it's ages since I was last there - so it's great to see your pics and D's. Did the pink caff serve any non-pink food??
ReplyDeleteOh the pastel colours of those beach huts - they look like ice-cream.
ReplyDeleteJ, We didn't check out the menu for fear of having to count the Es.
ReplyDeleteCybill, They are certainly 'different'.
Welcome back, M. That whole ice cream thing in Lyme reminds me of those ice cream bricks that we used to have on special occasions when I was little. Either Walls or Lyons Maid (no other make available) in three sections: white, pink and green - vanilla, strawberry and pistachio . . . eaten in a slices in a dish or between two wafers (and the slice was, hopefully, your favourite colour/flavour). I was a pistachio girl myself - what about you?
ReplyDeleteDefinitely strawberry for me, D. What memories.
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