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Beach hut prints for sale

Beach huts multi coloured

Now on sale!

Strictly limited edition, signed and numbered duotone prints. Each 10×6″ print is strictly limited to 10 prints of each colour, and can be ordered individually @ £30, or the full set (while stocks last), for £110.

Please contact: (or via the contact form) to order.

Please state print colour and quantity.

Note: The prints do not contain the watermark text!

Beach hut - Yellow
Beach huts – Yellow 10×6″ signed £30
Beach hut - Blue
Beach huts – Blue 10×6″ signed £30
Beach hut - Green
Beach huts – Green 10×6″ signed £30
Beach hut - Red
Beach huts – Red 10×6″ signed £30
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Ice Cream Man

Di Paolo’s Award-Winning ice cream served up by William the Cone-queror, St Leonards seafront.

Where’s Will? Admittedly a little sporadic, but there’s a site and app to find him on the seafront. Also shows current ice cream flavours! You can also look out for that distinctive umbrella, visible from miles away on the seafront.

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Sea Fever

Marine Court

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

–John Masefield c.1902

My understanding is that this poem is in copyright, but provided free of charge for educational purposes.

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Banana boat


As they say in Glasgow: Taps aff!

All the way down the other end of the country, in East Sussex today (alright, across the border and into the South of England), it hits 20C today. It’s sunny, the sea is the most amazing blue and it’s Sunday, so everyone is out making the most of it.

Check out the kids relaxing outside Calypso Kayaks!


Glen Brazil, St Leonards

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High Tide Low Tide Bike Race

High Tide Low Tide Bike Race

The High Tide Low Tide Bike Race has just a few rules. They seem to be (it’s all a bit vague), no SPD’s (clip on pedals), and no biting. It’s £5 in, winner takes all.

Beyond this, it’s first past the post in a (vague) number of laps around a (vague) course, brightly lit with LED covered sticks. It’s very pretty. It’s very dark. The tide is out and the sand is hard. There are hidden water channels, rocks and troughs.

Only one rider appears to have a headlight. It’s pitch black. Off they go on their infernal machines.

I’m doing it next time. For wins.

The Low Tide Bike Race is approximately monthly (again, vague!) and is organised by High Tide Cycles, the great bike shop in Marine Court, St Leonards-on-Sea.


The bike race meets at Bike Lab:

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Bike to Bexhill

Girl freewheeling on a chopper on the coastal path to Bexhill

She said, “You must do the ride to Bexhill; Giant Sea Cabbages, Colossal Daisies. Kingdom of Beach Huts and Overgrown Cliffs.”

It was an intriguing introduction.

The ride does not disappoint. It is perfectly magical. You come off the normal path onto dusty gravel, which then turns into a kind of chain mail behind kaleidoscopic beach huts zig zagging drunkenly as far as the eye can see. Mammoth boulders breakwater the sea further up. Behind them is a metal road of drainage covers. Cycling on them makes a rhythmic bad clunking xylophone sound. The metal is so hot, my tyres are hissing on it. I don’t touch it, but I think it is egg frying temperature.

The sea cabbages are GIGANTIC. They litter the beach like big crumpled tissues discarded by the BFG*.

The sea is on one side, a train track just the other, and all the while cycling on chain mail. It feels like one is in a model town, waiting for a giant hand to come down to adjust a piece of scenery. All the scale is out and discombobulating.

Arriving at Bexhill-on-Sea does not bring a sense of normality at all. The seafront, with its Georgian balustrade and the striking Grade I listed Modernist De La Warr Pavillion only further compounds the ethereal feeling of the ride.

Bexhill boat

Bexhill Seafront

de la warr pavilion model

Giant Crab of Japan

Soft sand sign Bexhill

bexhill cliff edge

* Roald Dahl!