Naked Cyclists on the Seafront

Where I used to live the naked cyclists’ annual ride used to cause quite a stir. On Sunday a naked peloton rode along the Brighton seafront (followed by an ice cream van called Mr Whippy) and looked completely at home and certainly not enough to distract the hoola hoopers. One of the pleasures of living in a seaside town is the disturbance of urban sobriety by those  in beach attire venturing into the town and the cyclists appeared as an extension of such behaviour.