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Back in 2000 I was a very unhappy lonely man.
I’d had a 10 yr relationship (with an anti-nudist) that had gone wrong, then a quick relationship with my best friend of 15 years gave me my twin daughters but a decision we were better as friends than lovers.

I looked after my daughters for a while when their mum was ill, and hated giving them back. My doctor diagnosed depression and told me to do things I enjoyed but hadn’t done for a while.
Well, my first thought was public nudism. Until my 10 yr relationship I’d been a regular swim member and attended camps with Young British Naturism. I could get to an unofficial beach reasonably easily, and the sunshine, freedom, and exercise of the walk to it helped me to lift the black cloud.
I decided that I wasn’t going to stop trying for love, I would try internet dating, but I was going to be honest from day one and say ‘I am a nudist’ straight off.

I had a couple of responses fairly quickly, both of whom mentioned naturism as something they’d try, but nothing happened from them. Then I had a message from Carol.
She was unhappily married, wasn’t a public nudist but was open to the idea having been to pagan camps where people showered together and went naked if they wished (and the weather was right.)
There was a lot going on in my life at that time, both my parents died within 6 weeks of each other, and chatting to her kept me on the right path. She had made the leap of telling her husband that it wasn’t working and they should split, not just because of me but because she could see that it was best.
We’d talked about naturism, I’d told her how great it felt, and at the start of 2001 I booked us a weekend at a naturist Finca (farmhouse) in Spain. We flew there, the owner picked us up, we stripped off in our room, and Carol stepped into public nudism like she’d been doing it all her life. We spent the weekend in the gardens, getting an all over tan, picking sun warmed oranges from the trees and not worrying when the juice went over us.

We returned to England, and a fortnight later I moved 200 miles to be nearer to her. Within 2 months we moved into the cottage we still live in with her two children (who were unfazed by our nudity but had very little wish to go public), and soon knew the route to Holkham beach like the back of our hand. We’ve had two camping holidays at clothes optional sites (her daughter went on the first but only went nude in the showers), and attended the local fortnightly swim religiously.
We’ve made friends on several nudist sites, and actually met our nearest friends on TrueNudists.
For various reasons we don’t do as much public nudity as we used to, unfortunatly, but around the house and in the garden is still naked time when the weather is fine.