Beach Hut Bonanza

Today started with an early run with my brother - the longest we have done for some time, about 4 miles in total. It was a beautifully crisp and gloriously sunny morning and we didn't encounter another soul as we crossed farmers' fields and ran through woodland. It was actually one of the best runs I've done in ages.
My brother was unable to go to work today due to the rail strike - although his boss still made him book it as holiday! As the weather was so lovely we decided on another micro trip to the coast - this time to Tankerton.
We had passed Tankerton on our recent coastal double header trip to Herne Bay and Whitstable but had not stopped there so felt it was time to remedy the situation. 
It is actually a suburb of Whitstable and was originally designed in the late 19th Century, as the train network brought holidaymakers to the sea, with a grid of streets leading from the shoreline - the land being divided into plots and sold at auction. It was initially called Tankerton On Sea and by 1894 also had its own pier, which was sadly demolished in the 1910's.
All the shops, pubs and restaurants sit away from the coastline itself and the seafront is a tranquil setting with a long promenade, grassy banks gently sloping down to the shingle beach characterised by an extensive population of multicoloured wooden beach huts, a sailing club and a small cafe with fabulous views out to the Thames Estuary and a long sweep of the North Kent coast.
I've decided to give you the full beach hut experience for today's shots - which even includes the metal shutter at the sailing club!