It’s 3:30 and time for the off. By now we had been photographed by professionals, amateurs, newscrews, documentary makers, tourists etc and there was no room left for modesty.

I stripped off and instantly felt liberated as I had of old. I laid in the warmth of the sun, enjoyed the feeling of the slight breeze over my body and knew that this had to be the life for me. I walked up and down the beach and felt that life was indeed very good.

My name is Simon and I had been going to Eastney Beach since 1993.  My first time I went on a beach nude was in 1991 when I happened to be living in Australia.

The World Naked Bike Ride 2005 brought it all out into the open for me.

The risks of getting a tan are wildly exaggerated and the benefits underplayed, says Sam Shuster in an article published in the Guardian

I was one of the first to use "The Beach" as a naturist, just a few years after the end of WWII, but only after the mines had been cleared away!