2016.02.06 The Times
The first thing we see, when the barrier lifts and we drive into Flevo-Natuur, a huge naturist resort on the outskirts of Amsterdam, is a large pair of breasts. They are attached to a woman on a poster revealing that swimwear should – under no circumstances – be worn in the pool.
My boyfriend, Simon, and I have loaded our lives into a car and driven from Clapham to France and through Belgium to Zeewolde. Why are we moving to a nudist resort in the middle of winter? It’s all we can afford. In London we lived, like the rest of Generation Rent, in a cramped room in a shared flat in London, where we were paying almost double what we are now to live.
