What is it that epitomises the traditional British seaside holiday? Buckets and spades? Shrimping nets? Ice-cream cornets? Beach huts? For photographer Andrew Wing, beach huts represent far more than August Fortnight at Mablethorpe. Here he talks to Martyn Oliver (with diary notes by Wivi-Ann Wells).
For most of us, mention of any one of these will bring back a wave of nostalgia. But for one man, whose shadow you see in the inset, beach huts represent far more than memories of August Fortnight at Mablethorpe. Andrew Wing and his partner, Norwegian photographer Wivi-Ann Wells, spent their holidays for the best part of five years in pursuit of every beach hut in Britain. The results are due to be published later this year.
Why beach huts, I asked Andrew. What is so special about them for you to make them the subject of such a comprehensive study?
‘Why not beach huts?’, he responded. ‘In fact, I’ve been fascinated by them ever since I was a kid and spent the summer holidays at the seaside with my family.’ Andrew comes from Nottingham in the English Midlands, a place about as far Read more…