They’re right, a beach house isn’t a dream. It’s a nightmare.
Your house will constantly get sand inside. If there is a bit of wind your house gets sandblasted. You can’t eat outside or seagulls will steal your food. Walking on sand is more difficult than walking on pavement or grass. You would have to be a madman to go live on a beach.
I guess it depends on where the beach house is located. I stayed at a beach house in San Diego for a week once in my 20’s, and it was fucking amazing! That was one of the most fun weeks of my entire life. The short 2’ wall in-between the beach and the house kept all of the sand out, and there weren’t any seagulls. We sat on the porch drinking beer, BBQing, and inviting people who walked past to join us. It was paradise.
Sand is also hot as fuck especially during the summer. I’m from New Jersey and I’m used to the sand being really hot on the beach during the late summer, to the point that you can barely stand on it.
I went down to South Florida during August and standing on the sand in bare feet was like standing on hot coals.
Edit: rereading this reminded me that even standing on the concrete outside of the pool in early August was unbearable. I initially didn’t wear my sandals out because the entrance to the pool area from our hotel was like 100 feet and it was like 15-20 feet from the door to the water. BIG MISTAKE. It was probably the same temperature as the sand. I wouldn’t doubt that the sand was 130F.
They’re right, a beach house isn’t a dream. It’s a nightmare.
Your house will constantly get sand inside. If there is a bit of wind your house gets sandblasted. You can’t eat outside or seagulls will steal your food. Walking on sand is more difficult than walking on pavement or grass. You would have to be a madman to go live on a beach.
I guess it depends on where the beach house is located. I stayed at a beach house in San Diego for a week once in my 20’s, and it was fucking amazing! That was one of the most fun weeks of my entire life. The short 2’ wall in-between the beach and the house kept all of the sand out, and there weren’t any seagulls. We sat on the porch drinking beer, BBQing, and inviting people who walked past to join us. It was paradise.
Sounds more like a vacation than living there. I think I’d like a beach house but probably wouldn’t after a month or two.
Sand is also hot as fuck especially during the summer. I’m from New Jersey and I’m used to the sand being really hot on the beach during the late summer, to the point that you can barely stand on it.
I went down to South Florida during August and standing on the sand in bare feet was like standing on hot coals.
Edit: rereading this reminded me that even standing on the concrete outside of the pool in early August was unbearable. I initially didn’t wear my sandals out because the entrance to the pool area from our hotel was like 100 feet and it was like 15-20 feet from the door to the water. BIG MISTAKE. It was probably the same temperature as the sand. I wouldn’t doubt that the sand was 130F.
This article about South Beach said the said was 137F this August, around the time I was down there
Simple answer is to buy a beach house in Scotland then