On Tuesday we will be enjoying the arrival of the British Summer.
We will be well away from the 'delights' of the traditional seaside resort of Hastings and similar from the mediaeval splendors of the Cinque Port that is Rye - now stranded four miles from the sea and having no relation to Camber where the selfishness of the weekenders fleeing their urban lives to the sole sandy beach in Sussex to stake their square on the beach amongst the throngs and take selfies to self promote on Facebook.
The beach we commonly use for Beach Days is close to a similar destination for the tourists and parking has become increasingly difficult, now exacerbated by a zealous council who having implemented parking meters in Bexhill, are now fining people who need to park close to the naturist beach as not everyone is able bodied.
So we are testing the water to see what the temperature is. The temperature of tolerance that is. To see if people are rising above the pervasive media representations of naturism and find that naturists are simply doing the same as everyone else, but find that clothes are unnecessary where sun, sand and sea combine to make clothes nonsensical. Even if you love clothes, once they get damp from sea and sweat and the sand grinds into the folds of your skin aided by the creases in the thin cloth that disguises very little, they seem far from glamourous.
As passers-by at Painshill Park last week were saying to us 'aren't you too cold in your bare skin', we will be saying 'how can you wear clothes in this heat' next week. The human condition is of course very complex, but life is essentially very simple and enjoying it is an art in itself, but requiring a mindful analysis of what is essential and what is not.
So we will be enjoying our own individual Qi Gong practise in harmony with our companions in the wide expanse of nature, followed by a communal picnic and social chitchat and observation of the seashore free of the cares of the world.