The weather was warmer, so really it wasn’t difficult to decide that we’d head of to the beach. St Osyth near Clacton isn’t the easiest naturist beach to get to, but it is for us the closest. After a journey of about 40 minutes, we parked the car, turned right at the sea wall and wondered just how much of the approach to the beach had been washed away, by the winter tides. Firstly the gates allowing cars to be driven on to the approach were closed, then we notices the beach shop and container (for boats etc.) were missing too. A lot of the Essex coast is in danger of being washed away and St. Osyth beach, once one of the only drives, onto naturist beach, has suffered probably the most. In 1991, when I first became a naturist, you could drive about a mile from Huntleys Caravan Park all the way onto Huntleys naturist beach, over a mile to the south. In 2003, the high spring tides washed away the approach road to the beach, making it a very difficult walk of over a mile over sand, mud and rocks. The nearby River Colne brings the usual river debris out into the North Sea, and then the tide brings it up on the beach to where it has been eroded the most. An old tree trunk, branches and man-made rubbish can find its way onto the beach, even so the actual naturist section isn’t too bad. In the last few years, attempts have been made to reverse this trend and huge granite breakwaters now jut out, onto the first half of the beach which should hopefully dampen the seas destructive power.
Unfortunately because of the lack of the road, there are no signs (apart from by the sea wall gates) saying the naturist beach starts there, but it’s well past the 1000 yards mentioned on the other sign. Once we’d got over the rocky area and passed the sandy knoll we were on the naturist part of the beach. We immediately stripped off and headed further along the beach enjoying the weakish sunshine as we walked along. Settling down in-between the sand dunes and grasslands, we started to top up last year’s tan. The wind was so light it hardly bothered us, but as it was coming from the east you could feel it at times, so the dunes became an effective windbreak. After an hour or two we decide to have a walk around to see what beachcombing material had been washed up during the winter, then it was time for lunch.
After another sunbathe, we discussed the merits and advantages of being a naturist, talked enviously of other peoples Spanish naturist winter holidays and also longed for a naturist camping trip in England. The thought of a week or even a fortnight at a venue like Euronat or La Jenny in France, were just too much to resist as it grew a little cooler hour by hour. Just think…turning up on day one removing your clothes and remaining nude for a whole week (or two) 24 hours a day, it just seemed like heaven to both of us, if only we had the time to go. As it reached 3.30 we decide it was about time to go and traipsed off back to the car, thoroughly enjoying our first beach day of 2012.