Brighton Beach Huts

Rows of weathered wooden beach huts line Brighton’s shoreline, their peeling paint and salt-bleached boards bearing the wear of countless seasons. The huts stand along the sand like mismatched quonset huts, their windows reflecting the pale morning light as the tide laps at the shore nearby. The Doctor and Romana walk past them during their holiday, their rustic charm contrasting with the sudden mechanical failure that disrupts the day.