‘The Nudist Beach’ by Dorothy Lehane

The Nudist Beach What we musn’t ignore, says Dad, are the difficulties and responsibilities of the Penis. We mustn’t ignore that. Mum looks up from the Catholic Times, tuts, goes back. I look out toward France; the hazy line of sailing boats, stocky, athletic calves dividing the horizon. The old men want me to see them, hiding behind rocks, grabbing themselves whilst no-one else is … Continue reading ‘The Nudist Beach’ by Dorothy Lehane