No Nudity Please…We’re British
Did you know that the National Trust run a nudist beach? nope, me neither.
We have had such glorious weather that I decided to return to the plans of a beach visit for Es and I. I did a quick Google search to find out the nearest beach to us, not wanting to travel too far. I came across Studland, run by the National Trust and it seemed the perfect place. Whilst reading through the blurb, I noticed that they run a small section as a naturist beach, being the curious cat that I am, and of course wanting to bring you quality content, I thought it would be a giggle.
Our first visit was not successful. I knew we needed to be at Studland, but I hadn’t paid any attention to which section of the beach was the area dedicated to clothes off frolicks. So, we pulled in at the first car park marked up as National Trust, and took it from there. A fun day at the beach was still had, but tan lines were an innevitability.
A chance conversation with one of my contractors, and some detailed instructions later, with a caveat that we would be the youngest people there, and I had a better idea where we were to go. So, 7th June was our 6 month wedding anniversary (yes, we are that sad couple, but if you knew the rambunctious man that Es is, you would actually be congratulating me right now for getting this far), the weather had been stunning all week, I booked the day off work and we went. Coolbox stocked, beach towels and beach shelter in hand, to find the elusive nudist beach.
The section in question sits on Knoll Beach, so we followed the signs past our previous parking area, to Knoll parking. This was a much more popular area of beach as we had to show our National Trust memberships at a little entrance hut on the way in, whereas previously we had just parked. The beach itself has a cafe, toilets and a collection of beach huts and by all accounts is a normal family beach. The naturists section is quite a way away from the main beach, and a bit of a hike through the dunes.
When we first wandered down the path through the dunes, we came to a section of beach which was completely deserted. “This must be it” Es commented, I took a quick look left and I spotted the blue signs in the distance, “nope” I replied, “it’s over that way”. I pointed to the most crowded section of the whole beach and we looked at each other and giggled. Clearly, getting naked is actually quite a popular pursuit.
We passed the blue signs and looked for a suitable area to set up. Pitched our coolbox, towels and beach shelter and got naked.
I’m not body shy, but even if you are, this is an experience you need to put on your tick list of things to do before you die. Watching people chit chat about politics or TV shows with complete strangers whilst stark naked has to be seen to be believed. There is never a sense of something dirty, or rude here, it was just a relaxed and informal way to spend the day. A collection of stretch marks, cellulite, scars, fat rolls, saggy boobs, false boobs, little boobs, big willies, little willies, body hair and tattoos. It was a cross section of normal society. It wasn’t airbrushed bodies and fitness models. It was ordinary people. There is something quite liberating about embracing your body for what it is. No-one blinks an eye at your wobbly thighs, your cesarean scar or your stretch marks. There is a complete acceptance of people of all shapes and sizes, and despite what my contractor said, all ages. We saw a number of younger couples quite happily sunbathing on the beach and swimming in the sea.
There is one thing that they all had in common…and that was an all-over tan. Es and I, with our lilly white bottoms, stood out like newbies.
I had a bizarre experience swimming in the sea and chatting with a completely naked grandma about the politics of America. It wasn’t bizarre at the time, just two strangers making acquaintance, it was only when I thought about it that I marvelled at the absurdity of it.
We had a wonderful day at the beach, much like any beach visit with the advantage (for me anyway) that there were NO CHILDREN around, just adults. We did get sunburn where we’ve never EVER had sunburn before … but that’s part and parcel of working on an overall tan sans tan lines.
So in the interest of recommending places to visit in Dorset. Whether you choose to venture into the unknown, or stick with the regular section of the beach, Studland is well managed, clean and has beautiful views. The sea is cool and there is some seaweed to wade through depending on the tide, you will also be sharing your swimming area with fish, which you can see through the clear waters, although they do tend to avoid you. All in all a very pleasant way to spend a sunny day.