I think my interest in naturism started quite early as I remember my father confiscating several copies of Health and Efficiency from my bedroom. I was about 10 and I think this magazine upset my puberty as I thought adult women did not have and naughty parts below the waist as they (in retrospect) must have been airbrushed out. The males always had a beachball or towel.
Then one day I found myself on the Isle de Levant which is two thirds French Navy and one third naturist. We were there as a liason party so HMS London or it may have been HMS Juno could fire its missiles at very large French toy aircraft (remotely controlled) which had a very long name beginning with R I think.
The idea was to get near the aircraft as they cost many thousands of pounds to build. Sadly although with a great deal of pride, we knocked out the only three planes they had with our first three missiles. Job done. Enjoy the island. More after lunch....I have been summoned.
Sorry. Lunch happened...Nap happened.....Grand Prix happened....Supper happened.
It was a fair drive in a French Military sort of lorry from our living quarters to the main gate and that is where we jumped off. Immediately by the gate was a couple of souvenier shops with post cards full of naked people. While I was anaylising, (glancing) at the cards, out of the corner of my eye was a topless lady standing next to a topless lady who was standing next to yet another topless lady.
I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Of course full nudity, as I found out through an embarrassing enthusiam to join in the fun, was only allowed on the beaches and sporans had to be worn in the streets.
I made friends with a Dutch family who filled me in on the details and I still have a couple of pix taken outside the shop and also one of the young lady that ran the shop with her baby. (This was about 1970)
I spent about 4 days there and it was when I got back to UK I felt those 4 days were like the equivalent of a fortnights holiday. Talk about loosing stress. Loose your clothes, loose your stress.
With that in mind I joined 5 Acres near Watford which has had the M1 built by it also knowing in advance that my bio father was a founder member of Speilplatz just up the road. I think this one was open during the war but if not shortly after but I forget.
I do have some stories to tell including when I disgraced myself with the following items on the island mentioned above. The items included alcohol, a snow plough (honest), a lighthouse and the carefully kept gardens at the French living quarters on the island. Also an American girlfriend of one day, and a night club and 14 days nines when I got back onboard the ship.