Naturism (in England)

I'm at the in-laws at the moment. This is going to be a short visit, and is therefore filled mainly with family visits and shopping (for things we can't get in Belgium unless we pay ridiculous prices at the American shop in Brussels), so not much to report there.

One thing about this house - I love having showers here. The cubicle and showerhead are unremarkable, rather British (think insufficient power and beige tiles). What thrills me, though, is the window to the garden. Somehow my shower gets a thousand times better when I'm bathed in natural English country light.


Now before you think I'm some kind of pervert (I may be, but not in this sense), I assure you that this is all about getting back to nature and nothing to do with being an exhibitionist. The glass is frosted, and I am happy to report that my enjoyment gets lessened rather than increased when there is a possibility that my father-in-law is lurking in the garden. Just so you know.