Naturism as selfdefence

beach freedom 'd bought with virtually the last of my cash for f1500. One thing led to another and having little work but plenty of time myself and some friends sailed Gloria across the Atlantic. But eventually we did fetch up in St Lucia. There my lady friend Helen re-joined us and among the crew left.


beach girl was the island of Bequia, the aviator publication warned that the holding for the anchor in the main bay wasn't so great and to be attentive of yachts pulling their anchors. Nevertheless we did not hit anything and came to rest in a relatively sheltered place. Myself and friend Edmund donned snorkels and masks and dived to check said anchor, it wasn't dug in very well at all, so I stacked some stone on it. Then after surfacing we put another anchor out to make sure. The issue was that the sea bed wasn't too deep sand over coral, along with the anchor was having trouble biting.
A couple of nights later during another squall I had my slumber touched by the unmistakable sound of twin diesels going hard astern, on coming from my bunk and running topsides I saw a big catamaran quite close to our bow taking evasive action. He had obviously pulled his anchor and just managed to miss us and recover his gear before going off to try again someplace else.
This scenario was rein acted many times over our stay in the many Isles. We didn't drag, with no engine we could not afford to, so we put down tons of chain and an added anchor at each stop. You dear fellow naturist s will enjoy the solution I found to this problem.
The group of yacht uses we'd most trouble with were the ones who charter their yachts, some of these people never have had a great deal of expertise in Anchoring, and there is rather a lot of technology to what on the surface seems a simple manoeuvre. These folks, tend not to have spent big quantity of time in close proximity to others as in a small yacht surroundings. These individuals are the type which have not come face to face with naked human bodies except in some specific situations. In beach gallery discovered that if I appeared nude in the cockpit while I read a novel and waved to the newly arriving charter yachts of an evening, they would go right over to the different side of the bay, "hey presto" issue sorted!)