Naked Beach Art

We love a beach but I’m not too good at lazing around. I have to find something a bit more invigorating to do. This year I’ve started to leave my mark on the shoreline, at least until the next tide. I collect pebbles, a few shells and bits of seaweed and make naked beach art, nudie cool pebble dudes. It satisfies my naughty Carry On-esque sense of humour. Here’s one inspired by the surfers that were out catching the Cornish waves at Treyarnon Bay in April.

Obviously not my work because there’s not a willy in sight! But here’s a little model of Stonehenge that someone left at Freshwater Bay West in Wales. I couldn’t resist adding this to my post.

The mini ancient monument spurred me into action. It was nigh on an art trail at that beach after I’d finished. I know the Hot Stuff is ‘the one’ for he went on search for a pebble penis for me. Bless! And no, this person isn’t transgender. They’re mighty pecs not boobs. While this guy has no surfboard but he does have a big heart! Naked beach art at its finest!

My! What a big one! I made this guy at Manorbier on our Welsh holiday. Do I have no shame? Well yes I do actually. Some people came past as I was in the midst of my creation. I got all embarrassed and hid what I was up to.

The quest to find pebble phalluses isn’t just for the sake of artistic endeavours. There are endless options as I once heard a very pissed man tell his mate who was unimpressed by a Harvester salad bar. On my local beach, I suggested a post barbecue game with our neighbours and their kids. ‘Who Can Find the Best Willy Stone’ went down a treat. Needless to say I won!

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