Hi

  Our first trip away together was to an island off Corfu, with a company that specialised in destinations guaranteed to have no discos, no loud bars and, so they said with a smile, no Sun readers.

  There were only a dozen of us in the boat that took us from the mainland. We arrived soon after breakfast and I'd never seen anything so beautiful. I was agog at the white harbour with colourful boats, locals puttering with fishing nets, the beach curving in the distance beneath a green hill.

  Steph went to sleep. I wanted to explore. I walked back to the bay and heard a flute rolling across the water. I set off to find it, getting to the end of the stony beach and then clambering over rocks, some of them waist-high.

  And then I saw them... two German girls of maybe 25, totally naked, totally brown, sitting like mermaids on a rock. And one was playing a flute.  We nodded and smiled and they went back to each other. I think they were more interested in each other than in me...

I walked back after a quick (and cold) naked dip, my first, then walked back to our room. "Will I need my bikini top?" Steph asked. I said that, from what I'd seen, she wouldn't need the bottom either. We had a couple of hesitant naked afternoons and then, next year, we were naked all the time. That was 30 years ago, so I suppose there must be something in this naturism business!

happy days

léo