Being three years full time on the road travelling the lap of Australia it became apparent campers mostly kept to themselves. No one came close enough to notice our pineapple let alone notice Lyn laying back on her recliner camp chair wearing nothing under her tiny miniskirt.

Not knowing where we would be from one week to the next coupled with the locations being no where near Metro, dating apps were useless. One weekend, out of sheer coincidence we happened to park next to a swinger couple. The relaxed outdoor camping atmosphere by the camp fire heightened the experience, a weekend to remember. This happened only once and I think we were very lucky it happened at all. There needed to be a better way to recognise other swingers and better still a way to search for swingers in the local area. A no fuss, anonymous way to tell others where we are located. No messaging backward and forward, no checking profiles waiting for a reply, just a pure and simple spontaneous meet without expectations, without promises.

Like most Nomads travelling the vast outdoors, we’re ageing. Lyn still has her curves and she’s not afraid to show, she’s a true exhibitionist. The beauty of the red tea towel is you get to see the potential play mates in the flesh. Approach if you like, keep walking if you don’t. Likewise, if someone approaches you, engage if you like, don’t engage if you don’t.