A Beach Hut

I'd like to have a beach hut,
Anchored in Holkam Bay.
With a big veranda,
from which to view the day.

It would stand among the sand dunes,
Pink and glittered, with patterned shells,
In waves of rose-bay-willow herb,
and edged with Canterbury Bells.

Inside there'd be a kettle,
a fridge for champagne
and two comfy chairs
should it decide to rain.

A tray of pretty china,
from which to take high tea,
and refreshing conversation,
between my cat and me.