"I don't know what all the fuss is about!"
"Elizabeth, we are trying to run a progressive finishing girls college here, where all the students are deemed equal. The trouble is many of the students are from, well let us say humbler backgrounds and this stands out a mile. The very clothes they wear shows they come from poorer suburbs. In fact some of the richer students even poke fun at these individuals, it's just not fair."
"But we are only talking about a month's camp away from the school grounds, not changing the world."
"But I would like this camp to show the girls that they are all equal."
"Yes, but does that matter, I mean they are all the same underneath aren't they."
"But that doesn't help does it, not unless they all walked around in the nude."
There was a silence in the room as the staff digested this comment. It had been a big issue especially when one of the students was delivered in a helicopter at the start of term.
'That's it!"
"What is?"
"Why not take them to a nudist camp, and then they will be all equal!"
Tracey rushed down the corridor to the editor's office and knocked quietly on the door.
"Come."
She opened the door and walked in. "Ah, Tracey, just the girl I want to see. I liked that report on the cat club last month, very eye opening." He smiled up at her as she stood waiting to find out what he wanted before sitting down.
Looking though his day book he said, "I think this assignment will interest you as well."
Tracey sighed, not another dead end assignment that nobody will read. The CWA knitting circle exposé or trouble in the library!
"Fine Jack," she said resignedly, "What's it all about?"
"I've had an email from a friend, who has heard that St Mary's Girls Finishing School is having a month away from college camp, and I want you to find out what it is all about."
Tracey couldn't believe it, covering a college girl's camp, had he gone totally mad.
"It doesn't sound too exciting, sir, what's the angle?"
"Ah well, that's where you come in, apparently the entire senior year is going to Nude Norfolk, the new Exclusive Naturist camp at Upcock Manor for the rich and wealthy over at Cromer."
"A nudist camp! The whole lot?"
"Yes, and I need you to find out what is going on, why they are doing it and the like. I can hardly send one of the men although there have been a few volunteers. Of course it means you will have to go undercover, or not as the case may be!" he laughed.
She was intrigued, a whole college at a nudist camp, all those prissy misses.
"How do I get into this place?"
"I've arranged an interview with the House Mistress at 10am. Don't come back without a story as I have already allocated you half a page. I've booked you in for a couple of days to get a feel for the place. I have a security clearance here, you'll need as it is all very hush hush. They run a tight ship what with all the celebrities going there so don't forget to take it with you," he said as he put it down on a pile of paper in front of him.
They talked a bit more about the type of information he was looking for before he looked at his watch, "Is that the time, I've got to go, meetings bloody meetings." He grimaced.
As he stood grabbing some papers from the desk before stuffing them into his briefcase, not noticing Tracey security clearance was one of them. Tracey followed him out the door.
It was pleasant to drive through the summer countryside, the roads were quiet and avenue of trees on either side of road flickering by made Tracey wonder whether living in the country wasn't such a bad thing. She turned right at a sign to Upcock Manor and drove a couple of miles off the main road along a narrow lane-way flanked by poplar trees on either side. The place certainly looked affluent.
Tracey drew to a halt at the large iron gates that marked the entrance to the park.
Written in large letters was Nude Norfolk, with underneath "Authorised persons only". A man in uniform came out from a stone building to one side of the gate. Tracey remained seated in the car and as he came over, opened her window to flash her press badge.
He was about 40 and overweight. The uniform had Warden embroidered above the top pocket and strained to encompass his beer belly.
"Yes Miss?" he asked.
"I've an appointment with Miss Brown from St Mary's College at ten. And a room booked for a couple of nights."
"Fine you can park over there, as no visitors cars are allowed in the park," he pointed to a car park. "Then come into the reception to fill in the paperwork."
Tracey did as instructed. It was a warm sunny day with fluffy clouds scudding across the sky so she decided not to wear her jacket over her white high necked blouse. She took out her bag and walked over towards the man as he waited. She could see his eyes roaming over her body pausing over her larger than average breasts as she walked towards him. Typical man, she snorted to herself.
He stood aside and she entered the building. It was a light long narrow building with windows down one side and lockers at the far end. On one wall were several posters giving information about the park and its activities, which she barely noticed.
The warden sat down behind a low reception desk opposite the entrance and started to shuffle some papers.
"You'll have to fill in these forms before you go in, the usual disclaimers, but let's get you organized first, as it does take a while." He smiled at her whilst still staring at her breasts.
"You can put you bags in locker number 5 over there. Then I'll go over a couple of points before you enter the place."
