Naturist beaches

Lots of people have the idea that because someone is naked, as in frollicking naked on a naturist beach, that they must be young and beautiful. They peer through their rose tinted spectacles and imagine all these beautiful young people walking on the beach, sunbathing, playing volleyball etc, but this IS all in the mind, it is not reality at all. In reality those same naturists are just ordinary people like you and I who like to be naked, to be confortable in just their skin. In reality some of those young and beautiful people are middle aged or old with sagging breasts and wrinkled skin. That doesn't matter to a true naturist but it may well come as one Helluva shock to a newbie when he/she peels off for the first time on a naturist beach.

Naturist beaches are thankfully becoming more and more popular - or were they all there anyway and is it just that society accepts naturism/nudism more and more? Worrying about that sort of thing is not my bag; just so long as naturism is on a roll I'll be happy. I remember well those dark days of my youth, a young man just wanting to experiment, but inhibited by British "Victorian" values when it came down to naturism and dear me! - taking a naturist holiday of all things!! Those days are long since gone thank God.

If you have read other pages on this site you may have clicked on to the fact that this is (a) an information site, and (b) most of the information in it has been generated by ourselves - which effectively means our family. Our family is not large but between us we have thrown ourselves about quite a bit.

My first brush with naturism came just after I started to drive, and it was on a camping holiday to the South of France where nobody bothered with clothes within metres of the shower block. As an impressionable 18 year old in the 1960's this was a magic situation as there were lots of naked ladies walking about totally unabashed. In short it was a young man's heaven in which we four lads took an active part.

After that came a proper visit to a naturist beach - I forget which one after all this time but I/we were struck by the way nobody bothered to give us a second glance when we peeled off, though I admit that we four were most certainly looking around to see what other people looked like without their clothes, but that wore off after half an hour and we acted normally on the beach after that just as all the others did.

When my wife and I first married we had children almost straight away and it was quite a few years afterwards when I broached the subject of taking a naturist holiday, or at least checking out some naturist beaches. That wasn't to be at that stage, probably because of the children, but when they had flown the nest it was a different matter altogether, and our first foray onto a properly designated naturist beach came around 16 or 17 years ago at a place called St Jean de Monts in the Vendee region of Western France.

We were staying at a camping/mobile home site in the bottom of town and the beach was about 1.5 KM away - at the top of the town - dunno what would happen if there was ever a really high tide! Anyway, it was a very warm early evening in the middle of June when we decided to go for a walk on the beach. I parked the car and we wandered down to the beach and turned left for some reason. About 100 metres further on was a sign for the naturist beach and aucune caméra s'il vous plaît (no cameras please). Not many people about at that time so we simply stripped off the few bits of clothing we had on and just walked about in the surf as nature intended. Easy, as my wife said afterwards.

These days, though we don't actually book naturist holidays, we certainly do book holidays near to naturist beaches so that we can again experience the delights and freedom which naturism brings.