Blackpool Baby, Part II


It was a late finish or rather early morning by the time I fell into bed at the Melville.  The evening do on Saturday had been great fun and after an intensive schedule and a day of presentations, chance to catch up socially with friends, some of whom I hadn’t seen for a year or so.

We chatted, danced, laughed, drank and threw a few quid over the bar. I’m not usually a night owl, more of an early bird as those of you who know me from Twitter can attest but I can turn my body clock on its head if circumstance dictates it.  I was going to bed at a time I’d normally be starting to wake up, with an alarm set for 6:30am.

Years ago when I was an actress darlings, we used to tour around the UK. Seaside resorts featured highly in the touring schedule and it became our tradition among to have a swim, irrespective of the time of year.


I love UK seaside resorts in the autumn and winter.  They have a distinctive tawdry charm, battered by the elements, without droves of ‘Kiss Me Quick’ Brits in tandem.  Here we were in October, in Blackpool.  My mind instantly defaulted to touring mode, albeit thirty years down the line.  The quest for a dip kept vying for attention.  I mentioned it on Friday.  By Saturday it had become a resolve but I faltered.  Somehow, once you’re warm, cozy and well fed, the prospect loses its allure. There was only one thing for it, a morning dip in the nip.


Blackpool on Saturday, about 8am

At lunch on Saturday I regaled my friends with the notion.  No way did they want to join me, thinking it a mad prospect.  Undaunted, I mentioned it again during the evening on a slightly low-key basis, not wishing to end up reading my public nudity rights from a scrumpled up British Naturism document to the local constabulary.  They can be blithely oblivious to the salient aspect of British law in relation to nudity on occasions, as documented gleefully in the gutter press. With all the worry surrounding a pivotal member of my family who’d recnetly had serious accident and as the eldest of six, the mediator between concerned family and friends, keeping it small seemed a better plan.

By the end of our boozy Blackpool knees-up, I’d secured another three subjects who were happy to join me first thing Sunday, two of whom I’d been chasing Blackpool’s fabled lights with earlier.

The rendezvous was 7am in Reception.  Three were on time, one had to be prompted with a text.  Perhaps it didn’t seem like such a good idea once the day dawned.


We set off for the seafront, my light sabre leading the way.  I did say slightly low-key ;).  


Blackpool was still illuminated, with some venues pumping out their lights 24-hours a day. Gulls circled, the bin men were out on their rounds and the sea was about half a mile out!


The barman at the Melville had warned us when he learnt of our plans Saturday evening.  “Have you checked the tides?”  I looked at him blankly.  It hadn’t occurred to me the sea would be that far out. It was.

We made our way across the sands, wincing in the face of the wind.  It certainly woke us up! One of our party made his way into the sea without hesitation, receding into the water with purposeful strides.  The rest of us were struggling with clothes and bags as the wind whipped around.  Once he returned (he wasn’t long) we followed suit.  The scenery was glorious. Before we entered the water, dawn was breaking, the sky bleeding out various hues of ochre and red, with Blackpool tower silhouetted against it.


I paddled around a little.  This was my first skinny dip in the UK in October so I wanted to make the most of it.  Once out I was reluctant to get dressed again, savouring the sensation of being outdoors and naked, with the sand between my toes and the wind swirling around.  It also seemed relatively warm after the temperature of the sea.  Totally illusory of course.


We made our way back to the hotel and after a HOT shower and breakfast I went along to Reverend Bob Horrocks morning worship.  I recognised a few regulars at Bob’s professional presentation and communion.  Christian Naturist Fellowship website here for those of you who’re interested. 

Today was check out day.  I’d yet to pack and check in with my hospitalised family member. I’m pleased to say at the time of writing, whilst still incarcerated ‘hell in paradise’ as he terms it, he has a release date later this month.    

Returning to my room, I was greeted by the sight of clothes and belongings strewn all over the place, shades of being on tour when we moved from B&B to B&B relentlessly.  I learnt to live out of a suitcase but evidently didn’t have the same stamina three decades down the line. After very little sleep and the worry about my family, with a long drive ahead my priority had to be packing and sleep so I missed the presentations I’d hoped to attend that morning.  It was worth it for the memories we created. 

Fortified by sleep, coffee and lunch, I did make the AGM.  I don’t enjoy meetings but this one was good as far as meetings go, it was quick :).  I struggled downstairs with all my bags, business and personal, my light sabre, a bunch of flowers given to me by a friend before I left Bucks, my laptop, walking boots, training gear, music system……..fairly typical.  


Everyone else was already in place which meant I had nowhere to hide and ended up directly opposite the Executive Committee members who were about to start.  A naked service followed by a naked AGM, not commonplace for all but standard for naturists/nudists.  It’s a life lived naked as far as possible.

About 70 people attended Blackpool Baby.  We crowded into the seating opposite the bar. Ballot papers were handed around, motions were carried and questions asked.  Another Convention was drawing to a close.  What a good one it had been!


Malcolm Boura stepped down after 10 years as the British Naturism Campaigns Manager and was made an honorary member.  He ran two sessions over the weekend which were very informative and also provided valuable legal advice and insights in others.  Useful public nudity download here

The staff at the Melville Hotel enjoyed hosting British Naturism.  One member Carol, poked her head around the door during a lull in the AGM to say how much they had enjoyed having us to stay and they hoped we would stay again.  It’s a sentiment commonly echoed by venues hired by British Naturism. Any qualms staff might have about being faced with public nudity swiftly disappear once the initial shock of being in the presence of a number of nude people becomes the norm.


I certainly intend to re-visit the Melville, light sabre and all with a girlfriend next year.  It was a perfect venue, a short walk from the beach with friendly, helpful staff, good home cooking and critically if you enjoy a dip in the nip, a constant supply of hot water.  Be safety aware though because you don’t want to end up in ‘hot water’ adversely and don’t combine swimming with alcohol or you’ll end up requiring the ministrations of the RNLI 



It’s been a while

since I posted here but I’m out of the winter blues and not being distracted by facebook’s allure 😉  *more on that in a future post, I’m functional and productive again.


In the light of recent *events, I’ve changed my focus and I’m carving up my social media time to greater effect in my (and our) continued efforts to dispel the untruths that circulate around naturism and our community, to educate and inform people who are intrigued by naturism who may wish to join us.

I’ve also been busy with my Practice since resurfacing so life is a bit of a juggling act but the curse of insomnia gives me much more creative time. I’d rather get more sleep but at least life is enjoyable!

My local naturist club is Diogenes Sun Club, a warm, friendly club in Chalfont St Peter, Buckinghamshire. The club comprises a large manor house surrounded by six acres of beautiful grounds with about 300 members and rising.

I’m very fortunate to live close to a club with such amazing facilities . For someone who’s mad about sport, it’s the perfect complement to my training regime.

We hold regular events at Diogenes which I help to promote with social media, assisting our P.R.O. Andy.

Feast of St Peter, Andy & Emma

This weekend, we held out first minifest’ at the club, featuring a gig with Billy Bottle and Martine Waltier .  It was a huge success and will definitely become an annual feature. 

Without further ado  since Shakespeare is in the news, I’ll leave you with some recent pictures of Diogenes.  Our heated 60ft outdoor pool, widely regarded by members as the jewel in our crown was re-opened this past weekend after undergoing a 40K refurbishment.  Look and drool, it’s a sight to behold.


The next event is this coming Saturday 4 June.  Specifically to try and encourage Ladies to try naturism for themselves, we’re hosting an evening at Diogenes between 6-9pm where guests are able to try out our facilities.  We boast two swimming pools, a 60 ft heated outdoor pool and a smaller but equally alluring heated indoor pool which is open year-round.


As well as the ubiquitous tea and cakes which seems to underpin naturism; ask any naturist, guests will be welcome to look around Diogenes or wander around the well-tended grounds.

Ladies, if you’re interested in joining us on Saturday (the event costs just six pounds) here’s the relevant webpage  to sign up.

We’re keen to show the world how beautiful our club is and what a great lifestyle naturism confers. Honestly, once you’ve discovered naturism for yourself, you’ll be loathe to assign your freetime to the ‘textile’domain, especially when it’s hot!

We take our marketing and PR efforts out into the local community with our Diogenes Roadshow, hosting stands at local fetes and seasonal fayres.

Feast of St Peter, Andy & Emma

If you’d like to find out more about Diogenes, contact us as per the attached form.  Please note ‘when contacting us, remember that our club is run entirely by volunteers who will be pleased to help but are not always able to respond to you instantly due to work commitments.  Therefore, we politely ask that you allow at least 24 hours for any reply to be forthcoming.’

And Ladies don’t delay, get your ticket for Saturday so you can join us.  The forecast is promising and you can be assured of a warm welcome.

Emma and Nerida in indoor pool