Photo: Kimberley Bryan © 2013 Houzz Emerging out of the home's welcoming interior feels like a loss...until you begin to notice the many small, visually interesting touches between the home and backyard studio. Here, red sneakers left next to a natural-wood, plant-covered privacy screen echo the cheerful colors of the home's exterior.

Tim Baber My family sold our old sleeping hut near the Little Black Hut for £120,000, but I missed the sense of enclosure and having a secure repository for my thoughts. So I bought this little hut nearby and rebuilt it from the inside out. ...At this different hut, here I would go to lick my wounds from getting tied up last year again with the assumptions that Western Intelligence agencies were usurping my Human Rights and giving me some World War Two updated derivative Monarch Mind Control programming....all because I met Mengele and worked out what he was up to. And tried to do something about it. Another story. But the credibility gap is bridged if you google the main terms, the main activities, the main usual suspects. And I met the biggest of them. ...anyway, that call on my time actually meant early retirement was all the easier. so I was free to reflect on making my "micro climate" more agreeable...what beach hut life is all about....the 2 sheets of perspex were perfect for allowing light in and a view out , keeping the chilly winter wind away by doing the same inwards for the heat from a small calor-gas heater., and extending thereby the season from a few months to all year round...a much needed refuge from worrying about Mengele, even after knowing he was now surely really dead in 2011. But I sold this hut for twice what I paid for it within a year, and bought a home on an Island ten miles upstream. The interior (my best efforts at the time) was an uncalculated bonus for the buyer , who had normal expectations for a hut. All the hut prices went up in that short year. I make no claims my lifestyle choices were especially monetisable, even if I have done very well over the last decade. I do not tinker for profit, I tinker, and think about it a lot, as a mental exercise...a mental distraction from the realities of the world I, and your children, are nearer to probably than you are, than you realise, than you can possibly realise without a similar amount of thought...undistracted thought...thinking things through is worth its weight in gold. If we ruminate in comfort, we ruminate for longer, and are free to wander wherever we may. But you are best served if you serve yourself, yet just think about it before you start things. Which is why you are here. Flow charts, inputs, outputs, losses, all the stuff that concerns me will probably make your life better or worse if you ignore what is important... depending on how much you can control what happens in your life..and who you share it with of course....they have needs too and you can serve the others in your life, even if it is only lending them the key to your springboard to their dreams as well, to taste, to sense, to enjoy, and to move on and act to realise their needs all the better. Having a key to a hut sometimes is all that it takes. I spent a decade after meeting Mengele worrying about what was the most precious thing in my life to protect, to serve, to strengthen, and I concluded it was to be able to think about such things, to share the fears and triumphs of research and change my view or amass better facts to hand on.. A will cannot stand for long if you are not secure in your intentions, and what you have does not add up to what you intended. Measure twice, and cut once, is pretty good advice. So google "How tall was Mengele?" with my name. And I am sharing this with you because that too is amongst the most precious things we can do. To shriek like an animal when danger comes too close to our foundations, our walls, our roofs. This vigilance is best done in a zero gravity reclining seat surrounded by wood fashioned into a hut by yourself, an ancestor, or an architect who knew what , too, was important.