I knew I was thick but didn't realise just how much! Candy Farm is run by a lovely couple, Colin and Carol who, it turns out, I had already met at the Sleaford Swim. I guess I simply didn't recognise them with their clothes on!
Candy Farm is a working farm with a screened section dedicated to the use of naturists. Facilities are rather basic, but nonetheless adequate.
The loo (Twin Seat Superloo!) is somewhat rustic - basically just planks over a pit but just outside is a facility for washing your hands, including a pump bottle of handwash.
A short stroll away is the shower, which is open to the skies. It's an electric shower and to protect the control unit a high tech cover has been installed. Well, a waterproof coat is hanging over it, but it's a start!
Around the corner from the shower is the pool, covered when I was there but then it was more like winter than summmer and next to the shower is a space which, Carol tells me, is used for boules.
The star of the place is Sam, the farm collie, who is hugely friendly and frequently deposits a stick in your tent doorway for you to throw.
Unfortunately I booked the first duff weekend weatherwise for some time! I arrived there at about 8.30am and Colin gave me a quick tour, then I got my kit off and put the tent up. It was a cool, overcast day, a litle blustery at times, but very pleasant and the breeze on my body in such a peaceful setting felt great. I took a couple of strolls around then settled down for some lunch. Lunch was incomplete - I had taken a glass and a corkscrew but had forgotten to pack the wine!! There's judgement for you!
A while after lunch a friend who lives fairly near dropped by and we enjoyed cups of tea and a good chinwag. By this time it was certainly getting somewhat cooler - to cool for him to want to get his kit off. He left about 6pm and by six thirty the heavens had opened and the wind got up.
The heavy rain continued all through the night and many of the gusts of wind seemed to be of gale force strength. The joy of being naked lost its appeal rather and socks, jeans, tee shirt and jumper became my night attire! Once settled in the sleeping bag, I was well cosy and had a good, if broken, night's sleep.
But after thirteen or so hours confined to a small tent in the wind and driving rain I decided at 8am Sunday morning that enough was enough. The wind calmed down a bit and the rain became a steady drizzle so I took advantage of the lull to get packed up and strike the tent. I was home not much more than an hour later, although I'd booked and paid for four nights. However, since the fee is only a fiver a night the bank had not exactly been broken!
It is certainly a place I shall visit again. It fairly nearby and is run by a smashing couple of naturists. More power to Colin and Carol for setting aside part of there farm for our use.
Having spent most of today as stiff as a board, I shall probably confine myself to day visits in the future. It's the perfect place to relax in the warm summer sunshine.
Especially if I remember to take the bottle of red with me!!
I've posted a few pictures of my day there for those who may be interested.