After initially forgetting the key, I finally arrived at 9.08am at Hut 136, unlocked the classic but somewhat rusty and weather beaten padlock, and wrestled the iron bar away from its securing to release the doors…
Pulling the left hand one open, I was initially surprised at the simplicity of the interior of the hut. She was covered in a vibrant sky blue paint on the outer skin, yet inside was a tranquil shade of egg white with mahogany stained ceiling and floor. I opened the 2nd door to reveal a simple 4 shelf bookcase painted in the same colour as the interior walls, with a carefully places visitor book and a pen and a couple of local postcards. Next to that stood a knee high coffee table, empty, clearly asking me to place some things onto her.
Sat lonely but purposefully in the centre of the hut was a 1970s high back chair willing me to sit down and take in the view of the sea. So I did.
It seems that today the dreaded British Summer/Autumn transition has truly arrived with the arrival of strong winds and spatters of rain that charge at the hut as if trying to scare her, but thankfully she stands firm and doesn’t even wobble. With this weather and the local schools reopen for the new term brings the brilliant knowledge that no one else is on the beach. Quiet and peaceful, yet bizarrely very noisy…
As I sit on the incredibly comfortable chair, I just find myself sitting, listening, watching, almost waiting for something that I expect to happen or come from the sea. The stereo sound of the waves panning to my left then to my right, like I’m in an iMax cinema, the sheer mass of sea and sea and sea spans across and away in front of me, and in the distance, seemingly just past the old pier, although most likely a mile or two past it, I can just make out the feint shape of the wind farm, arms spinning frantically in the gusting wind desperately trying to power the coastal areas.
A lone seagull sits perched on a groyne, inches away from getting the waves over him each time they crash into the wooden structure. With not much else to do on a cold morning, I imagine this is some sort of reflex game that the gulls play with each other, although sadly today he seems lonely and walks confused in circles on the top of the groyne post.
I’ve chosen to come here this week to spend some time working on a new proposal and business plan around a new project for Herne Bay. Its an exciting opportunity and one that I feel could pan out to be very beneficial for our seaside community. Time will tell…
As I write this part, the rains have come, the heavens are opening and the beach is getting drenched by water from the sky and the sea.
The pitter patter of rain drops on the stones and pebbles sounds incredibly calming and is the closest to the sound of a musical rain stick I think I’ve ever heard. The seagull has now gone, most likely to have gotten fed up with the game all alone and flown off to find his friends.
Just one person has wandered past this morning, right down by the wave with their beautifully white dog, who decided it wasn’t too cold for them and rushed into the open waters, which from where I was sitting it didn’t look like that impressed his human friend!
I best be off to do some work I’d planned to do now. Enough of this blogging!
Tarrah for now. More another day from this wonderful hut…
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