Take me dancing naked in the rain
There are a million and one ways in which being a stroke-survivor affects your daily life. In my case, they range from the apparently trivial (don’t eat Full English breakfasts) to the much more serious (having to walk with a stick, because my balance is so uncertain, or stroke fatigue which can floor me for days). By far the most serious, of course, was the termination of my working life at the age of 49. Retraining was not an option because of the memory loss and cognitive problems, so I was retired and had to take the company pension I had built up from a previous employer, while turning to the benefits system to help keep Warrillow Towers over our heads. How has this affected my naturism? Well, it’s often said that naturism is an activity for the relatively well-off. There are club fees to pay, caravan and camping costs to account for and no-one involved in the naturist business has ever denied to me that there is a premium put on the price of naturist holidays, which peopl...