The sun is calling, the sea is beckoning, liberty is our only dream, and so we return this summer to our old haunt, Fox Bay, home to so many of our past adventures and dreams. In this first chapter, our friends have some great fun on the beach with a couple of large plastic shells, painted to look real, and, with apologies to Botticelli, we enact our own version of the birth of Venus
The summer is trundling along at a great pace, and it is july. Our friends from the Ukrainian Naturists Organization continue their adventures in the Crimea, returning new to Fox Bay, an old favourite from long age when our first adventures here were recorded. A huge plastic ball gives vent to much fun and laughter, as we spend a night on the beach, a romantic fire is lit to keep us warm and to let the fancies fly.