Eastbourne House, London, 11 November 2013

48 hours from laying naked on the sun-drenched sands of Corralejo in Fuerteventura, and I am back in Bethnal Green, posing nude on the floor mats of Eastbourne House. The previous day’s shock of returning to the British winter had been and gone. I was back in my element.

I ravel into contorted positions. If I had been stuck in these positions for half an hour during my long flight home it would have brought forth bitter complaints. Art, however, makes it worthwhile.

Art + I ravel = Air travel … which has no significance, but there it is.

I open the session with a 10-minute seated pose then work through five one-minute poses. The sequence continues: 3, 3, 5, 10, 15. We then break for piping hot lentil stew, rice, garlic bread, tea, marshmallows and a jaffa cake: a nice balanced diet to savour whilst chatting and browsing some quite excellent work:

Break time over, I round off with 25 minutes on my back with folded legs and a raised forearm, and finally a half-hour twisty seated pose. A damp chilly night, perhaps, had reduced artist numbers to 20-30 instead of the usual 40-50, but if anything this gave the group a more relaxed, open feel.

Or perhaps it was just the mood I was in. One in which to enjoy a nice session with a very good set of works to show for it at the end.