I stripped off at UK’s biggest nude festival in quaint Somerset village… it was wobbly bits & a special ‘arousal’ rule

STRIDING across the field from her tent, Helen Berriman makes a beeline for the beer tent – it’s hot and she’s thirsty. Once there she greets old friends and they debate the merits of the band that’s on later. It’s all typical festival behaviour, but there’s a difference – the vast majority of the 630...