Although it may not look it there were a fair few people around at Birling Gap. In this part of the beach however they were mainly naturists so the only thing to be self concious about was the rather odd activity of moving around and dumping oneself in short lived and rather odd positions for sunbathing, all done in the name of art of course. I kept the camera itself relatively discrete behind a rock because let’s face it, clothed or unclothed, the process of being observed taking self portraits is just a little embarrassing!
They were so in their own world that they did not spot me capturing their happiness. The vending machines were selling “sexy undies” – “knickers for a nicker” and “pouches for a pound”.