Since moving, I’ve swapped trees and moss and fungi and craggy hills for open, empty beaches, windswept salt marshes and big skies filled with towering masses of cloud. I’m finding beauty and interest in completely different things. Who would have though I’d become enamoured of beach huts? 📸

A row of beach huts along and empty beach, with marram grass in the foregroud and a dark, threatening skyA row of colourful painted beach huts on the edge of the sand beneath a dark, stormy sky

Lee Webb @onewildcrow