Hut!
Behold, the most famous hut in Sussex. It’s a little black hut with a red corrugated iron roof and it’s an absolute favorite of artists, photographers, journalists and other assorted blackguards. You find it on cards and postcards all over. I have no idea why.
It was indeed in the mid-80s today, so Uncle B decided we should go for a long walk. That thing about mad dogs and Englishmen? True.
We went to the Rye Harbour Nature Reserve. We haven’t been since before the lockdown. It’s kind of a trek for us, but it’s a long walk by the sea (with a famous hut on it). It’s always cooler by the water.
Here it is in color. If you look way down the path, you can make out not one but two WWII era cement pillboxes built to fend off Mr Hitler. One on either side. The Brits always assumed the Germans would land here first and, after the war when they uncovered the documents, that was indeed the plan.
Always Sussex.
July 13, 2022 — 7:53 pm
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