Unsavoury

He got very good at hula hooping.

I'm not bad either.

Pack up day and Beau indulges in what's known as 'tatting' (collecting stuff left at festivals - a slightly unsavoury pastime).

He's good at that too.

We came home with a brand new four man tent, a broken umbrella and some strange antler things made out of gold hands.

I had a steam and sauna before pack up.

I felt overdressed in my bikini.

Call me old-fashioned but I don't get the whole Brazilian thing.

And why would you want to sit pantless where some blokes dangly bits have just been sweating?

Now that's unsavoury.