How terribly British
Whatlington (population: 320) is near Battle. I grew up there. Opposite the church and a mill-house formerly occupied by the famous sage (once deputy editor of this newspaper) Malcolm Muggeridge, runs an attractive bridle path with farms on each side. I know it well because I used to ride along it as a boy.
Two years ago, a campsite opened in a field next to the path. Such sites are quite common in pretty rural spots and are often permitted on agricultural land under various rules, including a maximum-use limit of 60 days a year. They usually raise few objections.
This site, however, is rather different. It advertises itself online as “an adult-only naturist camping site”. On Facebook (later taken down), it added that it was a swingers’ site. It also publishes its club terms and conditions about the circumstances in which customers can “play” there. The site’s name is Turn a Blind Eye.
Possibly, if it had been easy to do so, a blind eye was what the village would have turned. After all, if naturists want to drive hundreds of miles in their caravans to find other nudist caravan-owners with whom to “play”, that is – literally – their own affair. Perhaps they imagine their activities are in keeping with the locality’s designation as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty.
It has everything, doesn’t it?
Naughty! British! Caravans! I mean, really, only the British would use caravans to be naughty in.
And they’re doing it by the street where they might frighten the horses too.
Pity Sid and Babs aren’t still with us to film the documentary.