Saturday 10th March 2007 and I'm on Eastney beach at 10:30 in the morning. It is bright with scattered clouds and a cool breeze blowing. With the sun on me it is still warm enough for a nude sunbathe. This must be the earliest time of the year that I've been nude on a beach in this country.

The dog walkers are out in force. The dogs don't seem to notice, or mind, that I'm naked and one even runs up to me and gives me a lick, all happy and tail wagging. Only the owners seem to walk by without apparently noticing. There is a wind shelter further on down the beach with, no doubt, another nudist sat comfortably inside. I have no such shelter and must endure the wind. Soon, another man parks himself close by and busies himself setting up his wind-break. We exchange 'good mornings' as he searches for a stone large enough to use as a hammer with which to erect it.

It's not easy as the beach has changed over the winter. Gone are the large stones to be replaced by large expanses of sand and finer shingle. More concrete blocks are now exposed, more steel posts for the long-gone groins. Gone, too, are the dips and hollows along the shore. The winter storms have somehow evened the beach leaving no natural protection from the wind that skips along the coast. After an hour the sun disappears behind the clouds and I must go. This all too brief visit is at an end but, still, the weather is improving and I can see a long summer of nude gloriousness ahead.

This evening I have been to the Alton swim. I left Fareham at 7:00pm for the ½-hour drive through the country. Already my nude evening has started as I stopped at the side of the road to divest myself of clothing for the drive. This is a much more comfortable way of motoring.

The swim is not as well attended as it should have been and I can only hope that the lack of sufficient numbers does not spell the end of these very good naturist evenings.

I have used the swimming pool which felt somewhat cool compared to the air temperature but the sauna and the steam room were hot as hell! There are people there, too, that I know from the now closed South Hants club and it's good to meet up with them again.

Soon it is time to leave as the three hours have just flown past. So it's a quick strip off in the chilly night air in the car park before getting back in the car for a fast, nude drive down the Meon Valley to home.

What a great weekend so far.