I arrived in Barmouth and found my way to the beach. As I walked along the beach towards the naturist section my heart seemed to be beating faster, and the nearer I got the faster it beat. By the time I reached a small clearing on the sand my mouth had dried up, so as cooly as I could I spread out my towel, stripped, then promptly laid down on my front. I must have laid like this for about an hour.
I could see no-one was taking any notice of me so I sat up on my towel and after about fifteen minutes I got to my feet, had a stretch and walked down the beach and had a splash in the water. I then walked back to my towel at a time when most people seemed to be looking down the beach the way I came from and no-one batted an eyelid.
As a sixty-nine year old that was the first time I went nude in public and it won't be the last.