On detachment to Sylt my mates and I, after a few beers, decided to go for a swim. Strolling along the beach we came across a sign which said something about ' no clothes to be worn past this sign'. Aha we said, the nudist beach! With the beers egging us on we took off our trunks and with expectations of nubile maidens dashing over the dunes to ravish us we carried on strolling. Nubile maidens never showed up just a few fat old fraus who, thankfully, took no interest in us whatsoever