Slash and Burn
I took a trip up to the nudist club to check out my RV pitch ready for the Summer migration.
WTF! The place has been stripped bare of most of the vegetation. Trees and bushes have vanished. The place is wide open. The new committee (tossers every one of them) have chainsawed their way around the grounds cutting down trees, hedges and bushes. “To let more sunlight in” is the idea.
It’s left my pitch wide open. It was nicely secluded before. So secluded I could indulge in a bit of alfresco nookie with very little chance of getting caught.
OK, so I did get caught once but we were only having a bit of a fondle, we may have moved inside the camper for the sex, or maybe not.
“Fred’s shagging a girl behind his camper again!”
“Is it the brunette with the American accent or the shy blond with the big tits?”
“The one with the big tits. He has a wife tucked away somewhere as well, who’d of thunk it that he was like that.”
Rumours just spread like wildfire at the nudist club. No truth in most of it at all.
So I am either going to have to put up some screening or behave myself. I am checking out the price of fencing panels tomorrow.
