My family were one of the original “hutters” our hut was across the bridge, the furthest one away. This might look nice to some people, but in my eyes it’s a monstrosity, a rape of the landscape. Cutting away hills, levelling the beach, building up the banks to plonk these “chalets” on. It makes me sick.
My family were one of the original “hutters” our hut was across the bridge, the furthest one away. This might look nice to some people, but in my eyes it’s a monstrosity, a rape of the landscape. Cutting away hills, levelling the beach, building up the banks to plonk these “chalets” on. It makes me sick.