Like many British seaside towns, Hove has a row of beach huts. From the road, their backs look the same and a little dull. When I first moved down to the south coast, it was several months of cycling along the seafront looking at these drab looking huts before I realised a riot of colour was hidden from the road. Each door of each hut is brightly painted. Freshly painted doors, next to ones with peeling paint, next to doors with candy stripes. Each hut is individual and has a character of its own, right down to the locks on the door.
Week 42’s postcard was sent to France as part of the monthly postcard exchange I’m taking part in. To date, I haven’t heard from the recipient. If I do I will share their work with you.