Turns out I didn't read the small print for last night's site as I discovered upon my arrival that it has a dedicated naturist section.
Not only that but my host, Kate, was none other than Kate Sturdy, one time editor of schoolboy favorite noddy mag H&E. Kate asked me if I was a naturist and in the split second that passed before I replied in the affirmative, I had visions of buxom blondes playing with beach balls and found myself rubbing my hands together with glee.
The reality was somewhat different. I found 3 other tents in the nudist enclosure - the occupants of which not only had bodies that could be described as having gone somewhat south but they seemed a little rough round the edges too. Which got me thinking. Now, I can understand stripping off in the hot sunshine to get an all over tan but it was freezing cold, wet and windy. Why would anyone flaunt themselves like this? Then, just as a rather rotund individual from a neighboring tent approached with his little pink chipolata flapping like the clappers, I came to the conclusion that these people are probably perverts and I swiftly pulled my zip down. Zip of my tent, that is
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I couldn't help wishing that the seagulls that nicked my sausages the other night were there. That would have made the dirty sods cover up. Not that there was enough on offer to satisfy the seagulls appetites though
Not only that but my host, Kate, was none other than Kate Sturdy, one time editor of schoolboy favorite noddy mag H&E. Kate asked me if I was a naturist and in the split second that passed before I replied in the affirmative, I had visions of buxom blondes playing with beach balls and found myself rubbing my hands together with glee.
The reality was somewhat different. I found 3 other tents in the nudist enclosure - the occupants of which not only had bodies that could be described as having gone somewhat south but they seemed a little rough round the edges too. Which got me thinking. Now, I can understand stripping off in the hot sunshine to get an all over tan but it was freezing cold, wet and windy. Why would anyone flaunt themselves like this? Then, just as a rather rotund individual from a neighboring tent approached with his little pink chipolata flapping like the clappers, I came to the conclusion that these people are probably perverts and I swiftly pulled my zip down. Zip of my tent, that is
: I couldn't help wishing that the seagulls that nicked my sausages the other night were there. That would have made the dirty sods cover up. Not that there was enough on offer to satisfy the seagulls appetites though
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