Whilst in Scarborough today I went along the seafront past the Spa and to this little row of beach huts. The bright colours of the doors caught my attention amongst the rather bleak landscape. The area looked abandoned, old weeds growing tall in front of the block and messy metal fencing hanging at awkward angles. The cold weather made me feel very out of place, the brightly painted doors and rolling waves behind me belonging in a much warmer, sunnier setting.