This place is the stuff that my beach house dreams are made of. I love the casual feel of this NZ bach.
A simply clad structure it still contains all I'd ever want. A few modern classics, a bit of colour - but not the kind that blinds you, large windows and doors open for the breeze and the salt smell to come in, and all surrounded by tough as guts lawn. Perfect for the ad hoc clothes line, washing down people and things and lazing around on.
But that last picture is probably the most simple but easy way to pin point the beach house for me - old vintage chair as a make shift bedside, and beside that, summer after summer's books. Perfect.
Images from dwell.