I wasn’t against the local naturists getting their kit off and having a day at the beach recently.
It was one day that the locals who didn’t want to see those bits of strangers that they wouldn’t usually see had to stay away from that patch of beach.
And it was just a patch of beach – a small part of our brilliant coastline that, for this one day, the naturists got to be naked on.
It was also well sign-posted so no unsuspecting kiddies with their buckets and spades would be confronted by things their parents didn’t want them to see.
And back then it was kind of original – the club picked up about a dozen new members from the marketing exercise.
The naked group ride along the beach planned for next month, however, is completely different in my eyes.