It was called, appropriately enough, Lady Bay. Sweating like a pig in a slaughterhouse, I threw my stuff on a rock and went straight into the sea, which was inexplicably glorious. After a few minutes swimming, I noticed that most of my fellow beach-goers were rather pudgy, elderly men. I also noticed people walking the trail above the beach taking indulgent, lingering glances before chuckling and walking off. It was only then that I looked over at the sign post and read the following:
Yes, I was at a "nudie beach", as the kids call it. I was the only young-ish female with swimmers on in a literal sea of middle-aged naked men. And let me tell you, it was actually a very pleasant beach experience. I discoverd everyone tends to space themselves out quite generously when in the nude, which was nice (read: an enormous relief). Not only was it relatively uncrowded, the water was fantastically cold, the surroundings pristine, and apart from the occasional teenage wanker shouting out a petty "Put some bloody clothes on!", it was completely calm and quiet.
I still have no idea why it is called Lady Bay, however.
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