I don't know when this particular cafe - a wooden shack really - was built. I imagine it was the 1930s, or possibly the 1950s. Whenever it was, its location behind the sand hills, near the sea, next to a gravel car park, has probably always provided enough visitors to keep it open during the summer months, and the rest of the year when the weather allows. Buildings like these were much more common in my childhood. They've mostly been demolished, with some having been replaced by more substantial but less endearing structures. May this one sustain the passers-by for many more years to come!
Why is this photograph black and white? It's because I thought it suited the age of the building, and emphasised the busy detail of the subject.
photograph & text (c) T. Boughen