(Sussex, England) to Petts Level where there’s a seashore with the remains of a petrified forest.
Knowing that my wife would not manage to resist paddling in the sea when we reached the shore I ‘d packaged towels in a rucksack together with our lunch.
Practically as soon as we approached Hastings in our auto the sun came out as though to make a mockery of the weather forecast of a warm but cloudy day. We’d walked far before it was really rather hot. There are coves at the bottom of the cliffs but we generally prevented the steep ascent essential to reach them (they are now inaccessible as coastal erosion has made the cliffs dangerous). However my wife could see the sea and desired to reach http://beach-patrol.biz ! We followed a path which seemed to be leading in the right course and this brought us to the very top of a wooden staircase. However there was a sign which warned that on the shores one might encounter naturists … My wife said it was a shame to turn back now.
Being a hot day there was rather several individuals already in the cove. One end was clearly a suntrap and was crowded – chiefly with naturists as far as we could tell from a distance. We made our way to a less busy area and put down our towels to make the pebbles more comfy to sit on while we ate our lunch. I took off my teeshirt and my wife surveyed the shore. She said it was a pity we’d come unprepared but did I think her knickers would look like a bikini. I said that her knickers would likely pass but I wasn’t certain about her bra. She agreed and promptly took off her skirt. After pausing she subsequently took off her blouse and her bra. On vacation in France she had regularly gone topless so this wasn’t especially surprising. I really don’t usually wear anything under shorts so I asked her if she minded if took off my shorts since it was so hot, She said that was OK so we sat and ate our lunch with me naked and her wearing just her knickers.
After lunch my wife began to get restless. The sea was calling … It was noticeable that at our end of the shore rather a great deal of girls who sunbathed topless put on their tops to walk to the ocean to swim; equally men and women who were sunbathing naked replaced their costumes before walking to the ocean. My wife then took off her knickers and asked if I liked to go in for a swim. She said she would need to keep her knickers dry as she could not walk back up the stairs in a skirt without wearing knickers.

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Click to viewWalking down that beach hand in hand with my amazing nude wife is one of my happiest and bare beach buns . After swimming we sunbathed some more and then after another swim it was time to carry on our walk. That was our first visit to a clothing optional beach.
We’d formerly visited on a few occasions a spa using a sauna where costumes were not worn so this wasn’t a instance of the very first time naked in public but it absolutely was the first time outside. Since then we’ve seen French clothing optional beaches but my wife prefers to wear a bikini (or at least the bottom) while I usually go naked. On one occasion we had gone out on a boring day and been surprised when it turned hot and again my wife had stripped happily as it was the only way she’d have the ability to swim. I actually don’t understand why she prefers to wear a costume but I treasure the memory of that day in Fairlight Cove.