How would my 30-year-old self have reacted to my 60th birthday plans to go on holiday beside a nudist beach, and bathe naked for the first time? Most probably with a combination of horror and disbelief.
Once, my idea of a proper celebration would have involved dressing up to go to a swanky hotel. Now, three decades later, I was dressing down to a whole new level and packing (extremely light) for a positively improper adventure – a camping holiday in Antiparos, Greece.
