The rise of nude holidays - Dont beat around the bush!
Sixty years later, there’s still a stigma around naturism and many of the regulars at the Apollo keep it a secret from their families and friends. “We’re in the Cotswolds this week,” Stanley tells us one evening as we have drinks at the chalet he shares with his partner Anne, both in their fifties. “What?” I ask, confused. “Every year we go to the ‘Cotswolds’ for a holiday because my family don’t know we’re naturists,” Anne explains. The couple met later in life and Stanley — already a member of the Apollo — introduced it to Anne. “Earlier, the grandkids tried to videocall me and I had to run home to put a top on,” she says, dropping her mouth in mock horror. “When people ask how I manage to avoid tan lines, I just tell them I drive with the top down,” she adds, as we burst out laughing.
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