AS part of this year's last great search for the sun - a hopeless optimistic and futile pursuit I'll grant you - we took off for a weekend in Devon.

This being Britain, the usual rip-offs quickly revealed themselves, the most ludicrous being a £5 parking charge just to stick the car on a pile of broken rocks.

Threading our way through the dunes, the first don't do this, don't do that' notice appeared. Among the banned activities was anything to do with a naturist tendency'.

Britain is a strange land. We have meekly turned the streets over to an occupying army of yobs, yet still get twitchy about harmless souls who want to run around as nature intended.