nudism or firbankian moments on the beach

for a few years I have been going to the nudist beach whenever the Dutch climate would allow a day in the sun, at first I thought it strange but it didn't took long for me to realise that it was absolutely normal, I did not miss anything I mean.

But only last year on another nudist day at Hook of Holland I went for a walk with some friends along the coast line; I think they put something on because we did not know how far we would walk, but I was rather ignorant at the moment that something could be wrong, when suddenly out of the blue there was this little boy, almost seven or eight years old in a shiny striped speedo with the emblem of a crying octopussy loosely stitched on the front (was it still...wet?) waving with a large butterfly-net at me, while he raved violently: "All willies must go away...dirty willies go away!"

I was horrified, did i already walk too far? I could have only just crossed the border where nudist recreation was no longer alowed and I did not yet see the signboard. And then already this angry young lad attacking me with his hard wooden stick!

Should it not have been me that needed this butterfly net to catch him? I think Ronald Firbank would have loved all this and my friends had a good laugh over it too off course.

But after that year I never stripped on the beach again and I keep my olive-green trunks on no matter how nerdy it looks, though I'm still going to the same part of the beach because it much more quiet and empty, not to mention gay-friendly.

what are your experiences with nude beaches, I think this story illustrates something of the tolerance of the non-nudist ones (even if I went too far)