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Will Golden around the coast, away from his naturist Shoreham home
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Cliffs, bluffs and coves - the Sussex coast
I had never been to Fairlight Glen before. Lack of transport was the main obstacle, suppported by the issues with distance, lack of facilities and the fact that I hadn't a clue how to get there. So it was another benefit of having my Main Mucker Richard moving back to Sussex. He had been a regular there previously sp knew how to get there, he had the wheels and was a walking who's who, albeit with the cover missing (naturist joke there!), of the gourmet pubs of East Sussex.!

21st August was a rare fairweather opportunity in Summer 2012. In the event it was as much a country walk as a beach day, so provided a double whammy. Richard went toshake hads with some friends (as it were !!!) so I took a solo walk eastwards until the chalk karst became too stark to negotiate.

This was the photographic result.
Over the next month we visited Birling Gap, Cuckmere Haven, Normans Bay and, again, Fairlight at different times, each with its own character and attraction.
One day I decided I didn't lust want to be beached on the stones for hours like so many naturists.

I left Richard yp driver to town later and set off alone on the littoral route from Fairlight to Hastings, sans-vĂȘtements, a three-mile, gruelling walk over boulders, that took well over an hour, .....especially as I made several stops to take mementos.

Ecclescoombe Glen I know from previously is as beautiful as Fairlight, but access to the beach is now cut off by persistent rock slides. So the naked walk was pretty-well unencumbered until I donned the kit 100 yards from the 1st jetty in the town.
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Will Golden on Holkham Beach on British Naturism Day


Well my good friend, Joeberks (InTheBuff), came up with the wheels, punished overall by the whiplashes of a 240 mile round trip.

How off the beaten track is this venue? Well, Satnav's dulcet tones left us at Wells-next-the Sea, whence we had to take further directions (twice), arriving after a further round-trip at about 1:45pm. The powers that be kindly warned us of the ample hike from Lady Anne's Drive carpark, but failed to advise us that there was what seemed a further 2-mile walk from the BN beach campsite to the sea itself. It is the first nudist beach I have ever visited that is wider than it is long! Knowing that the Wash (just up the road) is notorious for it's 20-mile tides, one kept an ever-vigilant look at the long-distance tidal threat to the tentsite. Having never visited the Sahara, I have not seen so much sand.



The usual suspects were there to keep us well fuelled with tea and to cajole us into beachvolley, unsuccessfully in my case (injured reserve; sprained ankle). The refreshment tent was kept busy by over a hundred supporters who largely simpered back to their solitary retreats in the dunes and their exposed windbreaks on the beach itself. Yes, the wind was reasonably strong, so much as to sow the grain of my quinoa lunch across the beach. Next year's maize harvest should be a bumper crop!

The wind had other victims. There had been a proliferation of greenfly in these parts over the months and the email message had obviously reached harlequin@ladybird.eu. The beach was infested with millions of our colourful European invaders, with the xenophobic wind tossing them repetitively on their backs in a humorous flail of tiny legs. The main worry was not the inconsequential nips and bites, but how many made their involuntary way into our lunches.



A changing weather forecast, no matter which website you counselled, turned out to be pessimistic. High cumuli teased us throughout but it was very simply a sunny day at the beach, despite the wind. Considering the North Sea is one of the Northern Hemiphere's coldest seas, rumoured to supply Tesco with ready frozen mackerel, the water was as a warm jacuzzi. Punctuated with the occasional splash of the youthful fry of naturism's future shoals, a keen crowd of BN human basking whales and porpoise dotted the shore line and was ill-advisedly coerced into a hearty photographic run from the sea. Frighteningly, this is due to adorn the pages of next year's Country and Coast magazine with local historic images harking back to naked Vikings, charging and hollering in a coastal invasion.

The peaceful image of the traditional British Naturism day therefore took on a temporary more boisterous hue that eventually saturated into the calm of a warm evening, tempting so many to stay beyond their scheduled departure.



Reluctantly, as the sunny day dozed gilded towards 6pm, I reluctantly folded away my tent and headed back with Joe via the concrete and tarmac confessional boxes to financial penance. The thought prevails of a place in the sun beyond maps, where even the most diligent creditor could never find his David Livingstone.

And yet, Holkham Beach remains enchantingly an escape TO rather than an escape FROM..

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Will Golden at Brighton Beach, Britain's first official nudist beach


Brighton Beach is not a true naturist beach. It is much more an exhibitionist showcase, peopled by poseurs, voyeurs and gannets. This means it was to be much more of a social barrier to me. This does not stop me taking it on. It is my beach too, I pay rates lol!

I have not been really accepted there at all. I am leered at from afar as a latter-day John Merrick by shallow regulars who can barely see past sex-organs. A hello would be nice. they all communicate with each other, but cut me out.

I still have some friends there I meet regularly, Rick, John, Alan, in particular, so it is not territory altogether unchartered by humans lol.

It is however a source of great pictures.
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