Postcard from Spain : Day 3(3)

The afternoon clouded over a little, so much so that we’ve come indoors and I’ve popped on a ‘grandad’ style shirt over a T shirt in order to keep warm!

Earlier, before these thin, wispy clouds gathered (still enough to take the edge of the sun and the heat) I went for a walk. And through a hedge was another ‘granny’ type, German judging by the conversation she was having with an unseen, unidentified male. Husband, in all likelihood.

This ‘granny’, in the brief glimpse I saw of her, had an aura of being an absolute beauty in her youth. Sadly, society never often attributes ‘beauty’ to an older woman. ‘Handsome’ is often the best she can manage. It’s rather sad, as today seems to have been a day of observing older and lovely looking ladies.

I found myself thinking about how this woman got into naturism. Being German, did she always have that easy-going relationship with nudity all Germans seem to have? Does she invite her grand-children to her apartment in Spain, to have three generations of naturists on the beach together?



Not fully nude, I could just about spot, through the hedge, that she was wearing a pair of white panties or bikini briefs, so I’ve posed this accordingly.

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And here’s the scene on our balcony, just about now!!! 🙂

That’s it for today, I think. We’re having a nap soon to refresh us for the evening ahead, and entertainment in the nearby bars.


Postcard from Spain: Day 3(2)

We have French neighbours, a lovely, outgoing couple whom we know extremely well. And while we’re back at our apartment, having a ‘siesta’, they’re entertaining another French couple for lunch.

The differences between the French and British approach to eating could not be more stark!

While we nibble on sandwiches, our neighbours cook a full meal, and then occupy themselves with conversation and a bottle of wine for a couple of hours.

Our children have collapsed into their beds, exhausted by the heat, so it has been time to enjoy a little time on the balcony, drinking in the marvellous smells that our neighbours conjure up daily.

The quarter on the neighbouring balcony are all in their 60s, and I admit I was a little surprised by the visiting wife’s tattoos.

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Normally, one wouldn’t readily associate tattoos with older women.


Postcard from Spain : Day 3.

It’s the summer solstice today, so I was up early to catch the sunrise over the Med.

Surprisingly, or not, perhaps, I wasn’t alone on the beach. Others had similar thoughts, and I witnessed a guy taking photos of his wife/girlfriend, with the sun rising behind her. And then she took the camera to photograph him similarly.

So we begin the day with a largely unremarkable scene -Harry has photographed these sorts of scenes before- but a lovely one in the context of today’s solstice.



(model: Ella in her ‘Eve’/SLNModel ‘alt’ configuration. location: Eden Naturopolis. photo : Ella)