Whenever I visited my (now ex) boyfriend in Berlin I was always surprised by the diff erence between Germany’s attitude to nudity and that of the stuff y UK. One time, we went to Liquidrom sauna (the non-sexual kind, I hasten to add) for a spa day. There was no separation of genders beyond the changing rooms - men and women would sit in the same cabins, with all their bits and bobs on show.
I’d always considered myself a free spirit until one day when the ex suggested we go to a famous luxury countryside spa with his parents as my birthday present. It wasn’t the Tiff any ring that I was hoping for.