How can we put Shoreham Beach in its rightful place on the Beaches map?
It is oddly neither official not unofficial. Owned by the Port Authority it is immune to the vagaries of local authority or, to a certain degree, the police.
Considering it is 1,000 metres from a power station, this place is paradoxically idyllic.
Wait for the evening sun to drop down on a shy retreating tide, and enjoy the vision of the occasional family of porpoise playing hide and seek in the distant waves, chided from the shore by a gaggle of storm petrel, who forget in their excitement that it is quicker to fly than run. Unlike Brighton Beach, Shoreham is not ludicrously floored with extra shale and sand peeks golden out of the scree even at high tide. The unappealing storm wall does barrier us from any sight of the conurbation; the beach could be anywhere rural. At both ends, gargantuan rocks protect the bathers from all but the most diligent of voyeurs and it is no surprise to see, weekly, families and sundry groups aging from 1 to 101 in a declaration of true naturism.
On a map where corinthian casuals such as Selsey and Cuckmere Haven antecede Shoreham in glory, we may as well cite every beach in the country, seeing that, in an ideal world where magistrates and police officers at some time suffered the pain of education, every beach is actually legally nudist!
Let us place Shoreham in its rightful place. Do not rely on British Naturism's listings; they far from know it all! They actually include the hedonist Babylon of Brighton Beach, grossly plump with its poseurs, voyeurs and gannets, as a naturist location!
This is not right!
Hugs,
Will
Some may say.....
"Don't tell everyone.... they all might come!"
Play nice...... Play Naked!
I thought to post my review of my visit to Shoreham Beach on the last Sunday of August 2008. I hope it may give an insight of the aura of the place and relive our little corner of paradise.
Valediction of Shoreham Beach
What a stunner!
I am not just bidding up my latest photographic memento in the luxurious waters of Shoreham beach!
I am calling our singleton of a sunburst day on Saturday 30th August 2008 in an otherwise sodden void of a summer.
At least 100 made it to the secret slopes of Shoreham beach to squint into the memory of last summer's tan. In a first for 2008, Shoreham welcomed people of all generations and several families to its retreating waves and singing sand flats.
We were warmed by the beautiful sight of couples' trailing footprints illustrating book-covers of summer romances in the sand..... children reliving Kensuke's Kingdom, chasing the tides and digging up a kaleidoscopic wonderland of starfish and elusive sandworms..... daring pioneers straining farther and farther out into the shallows for enough depth to swim with due bravado..... bronze statues of sun worshippers cast against the storm wall as a tribute to the Valley of the Kings.
This was one last valedictory breath that sent a dying summer to its red, autumnal resting place with a splash of dazzling gold.
Now there is only my memento, staring timelessly into the lens in admonishment of those who missed this fleeting glimpse of naturist paradise.
Stunning!
Hugs,
Will
My memento?
Hugs,
Will