I can tell you the first day I spent naked around the house. I was 14 and my school had a teacher training day so I had the house to myself, so I watched the rugby world cup opening ceremony and I did so naked.

By that time I had already discovered the Peter's nudist pages website so I must have had some inspiration from that.

I had often returned to naturist websites over my teenage days. I did think about trying to get to a swim whilst at university but ruled it out as I was busy the night the only one I could reasonably have got to was on, and even then it would have been a trek to get to. I don't know if my parents knew the websites I was visiting - I did delete the history as I went but I don't plan to ask them.

The first opportunity to go to a nude beach was Pednevounder, about 45 minutes drive from home, in September 2011. The rest of my family had gone away for the night and it had been suggested to me that I might like to take the car out for a drive. I had already made one failed attempt to find the beach so off I went again.

This time I found the beach without any problem and I arrived to find about 8-10 people clothed. I realised one of the men playing boules was wearing just a t-shirt so knew I was in the right place. I found myself a secluded out-of-sight spot behind a rock down the beach from the others and took my clothes off.

I put my shorts on and walked back down the beach to find a couple of naked men now. This gave me the confidence to make my way down to the water and have a bit of a swim. I remember feeling slightly awkward walking back out of the sea though, even no one could see me. It was my only nervous moment. I continued reading and later made my way home. Whilst I enjoyed my day, the fact that no one had seen me made it feel to me that I hadn't done naturism properly yet.

Horror of horrors I realised my phone was missing. After searching the car I realised it must be at the beach, so once again I drove there and packed a beach towel. It was a bit cloudier so the only beach users were a mother and her three children. I made my way to my discreet spot and have never felt so relieved to see my phone still lying on the sand there. I sunbathed for a little, and then the mother walked up to my end of the beach and spotted me. She smiled and I smiled back knowing it was OK. I did poke my toe in the sea but the water was too cold that day. I didn't see any naturists that day though.

My third and most recent visit there came the following April. Upon arrival once again I saw no one naked and made my way a long way down the beach, I had a glorious couple of hours before I mad my way back up the beach to find four naturists. I couldn't justify taking my clothes off again just for ten minutes so I could do naturism "properly".

My next foray into naturism was a trip to Alicante in Spain. I managed a quick skinny dip in lovely warm water but was at Urbanova beach for about 20 minutes maximum. Also on that holiday I was in the Cala de los Judios and noticed the couple at the end looked on the end looked like they must be naked. So I went past them to strip off too and as soon as they did they both put on briefs and went for a swim. They remained covered until I left. I did look back at them from above the cove after I left to see them both naked. I spent 2-3 hours there and enjoyed my swim and time in the sun but felt guilty that I had ruined this couple's afternoon by being there. I realised that the only others other than her boyfriend on this side of the cove were women so my presence may have ruined her comfort.

The next trip I made was to Kenfig Burrows on the day before the May Bank Holiday in 2013. I eventually saw two naked men in the long grass and a clothed one walking back. Walking a little further I saw one further naked man, and took the opportunity to go into the next obvious sandy bit. By the time I had put my suncream on the clothed man I saw earlier came around. Not having any choice, I said hello. He disappeared for five minutes before coming back with the line "I'm not stalking you honest". He asked to stay and talk to me and he got naked too in time. We had a reasonable chat about the naked things we'd done. It became clear that he had deliberately come back after leaving because I was young and all the others weren't. (He was probably early 30s.) He told me how he'd had suncream rubbed on his back by one of the older nudists and he was surprised they carried on to his bottom. I started to get goosebumps as the wind got up. He touched them to point them out to me. I didn't like how this was going but continued to give the benefit of the doubt for another ten minutes before announcing that I was cold and would go. He then said "I'll have a quick w**k before I go too." (yes really!) I wouldn't have minded if he'd waited until I left but he did it there and then. I ignored him as I packed and left as quickly as possible and followed the main route back to the car park. I had a minute long conversation with the older nudists because it was polite. They were really friendly and said it was nice to see a new face and would I be back. I said "no it's too far away'" but was privately thinking "No way". Unfortunately the man in his 30s must have known a slightly quicker path back to the car park and I saw him and ducked out of sight. I don't know if he did see me. Eventually I made my way home.

Given It had only been men, no different to a locker room really I still felt that I hadn't done "proper" naturism and decided to visit Morfa Dyffryn the next day.

How different it was. As soon as I crossed the line where the sign is placed I felt awkward about being dressed so I got naked immediately. I must have looked a strange sight that day as I set up. There wasn't much space so I set up one side of a windbreak so as to ensure enough of a gap to the people to my right - a family with a daughter about 10.

It did take me a little while that day to get used to seeing naked women and I'm sorry to say I looked a bit more that I should have done at first, but in time I did get used to it. The best bit about the day was the opportunity to wander up and down the naturist part wearing nothing at all in the warm sunshine. About 5ish everyone near me had left and seeking safety in numbers I wandered closer to the start of the naturist section and put my towel down there. I did explore the dunes naked too but I won't be doing it again. There are a lot of people there and all they are doing is walking and standing - how boring.

I'm so glad I went - it was a great day and I felt I had done naturism properly. I would have liked to talk to someone but my experience of a single male talking to me was fresh in my mind and I knew I didn't want to be anything like him.

So I'm a naturist now. I still prefer safety in numbers, and on my recent holiday to Formentera I got to experience that. The best bit of Formentera was the ability to take long swims in the sea and not have to deal with baggy swimming shorts. I look forward to doing it again and hope it won't be too far in the future.