The weather has been unusually warm in the UK over the last few weeks. Clear blue skies and daytime highs of 30°C (86°F for our American friends—though perhaps it’s time the USA joined the rest of the world and embraced Celsius!).
When I was a teenager in the 1970s, if the temperature reached 26°C (79°F), it would make the evening news, complete with warnings about heatstroke and the importance of staying hydrated. In 2026, temperatures of 28°C and above are becoming a regular occurrence. Climate change is a very real problem, and perhaps we should have moved away from fossil fuels decades ago.
I live in a nudist club, so staying cool is easy: get naked. Take the occasional dip in the swimming pool. Sit in the shade with a cold drink. I’m long retired, so I don’t have to commute to work or sit in a stuffy office. Bliss.
In fact, as I write this, I haven’t worn clothes for nearly a week.
That got me thinking: what is the longest continuous period that I have spent nude?
Strangely enough, living in a nudist club does not automatically mean that I am nude all the time. I spend a great deal of time without clothes, but there are also plenty of occasions when I need to get dressed.
A few years ago, when I was still working, every weekday meant putting on clothes and heading off to work. Then there are all the ordinary errands of life: shopping, medical appointments, collecting prescriptions, and countless other reasons to venture into the clothed world.
This recent spell of six days nude is the longest period I can recall in recent years. Eventually, however, I was forced to get dressed and leave the club because I had run out of both food and medication. Reality has a habit of intruding, even on the most dedicated naturist.
The longest continuous period of nudity that I can remember was during a holiday at Euronat, the famous naturist village on the west coast of France, a few kilometres north of Bordeaux.
Euronat is a completely self-contained village. There are shops, restaurants, bars, takeaway pizza outlet, and an excellent bakery. In fact, there is no real need to leave the village at all during your stay. Prices are reasonable, the facilities are excellent, and there is no dress code. People are free to be nude, dressed, or somewhere in between.
I arrived in my campervan and parked in the reception car park. There was a long queue at reception, with a mixture of dressed, nude, and partially dressed people waiting to check in. It was a hot day, so I took off my clothes and joined the queue.
Nobody cared.
When my turn came, I checked in, collected the details of my camping pitch, and settled in. From that moment onwards, clothes became entirely optional.
Over the next fourteen days I remained nude continuously. I shopped nude, ate in restaurants nude, collected takeaway pizzas nude, and spent countless hours enjoying the sunshine and the beach. The atmosphere was wonderfully relaxed. Nobody cared whether you were nude, dressed, or somewhere in between. People simply got on with their holidays.
After two weeks, it was time to leave. I drove to the entrance car park still nude. Only when I was ready to leave the site did I get dressed for the long journey home.
The long, hot, and occasionally uncomfortable drive back across France to the Channel ports gave me plenty of time to think. It convinced me that I would really like to live in a nudist community permanently.
At the time, I didn’t think such a lifestyle was realistically possible. A few years later, however, I turned that dream into reality when I bought a plot at Spielplatz Naturist Resort.
Looking back, that fourteen-day holiday remains my personal record for continuous nudity. Yet, with another hot summer ahead and retirement giving me complete freedom, perhaps it’s a record that can still be beaten.
The heading photograph shows your author at Rive Bell Resort, Corsica, France washing the hire car. Rive Bella is a very pleasant nude resort but not as nude friendly as Euronat. There is a dress code for the shop and restaurant.