This was when we found out Femke had worked at a casino.

Suddenly what was meant to be a casual game turned into a very serious lesson, with my girlfriend getting taught how to play properly by someone who actually knew what she was doing. The rest of us mostly drank wine, pretended we understood the rules and slowly realised Femke had an unfair advantage.

The main shoot took place at my German friend’s parents’ house. They had recently retired and moved to Rojales for exactly the kind of life you imagine when you think of southern Spain — sunshine, long summers, quiet mornings and a bit of peace.

Then we arrived.

For most of the day Jasmin was moving around the house, the pool, the showers and the garden, sometimes in lingerie and sometimes wearing considerably less.

Meanwhile, my friend’s parents were outside building a shed.

Every so often they would come around a corner or walk past a window and suddenly realise that another part of their retirement home had become a nude photoshoot.

Nobody really knew where to look.

They handled the entire thing like absolute legends and somehow became some of the best hosts I have ever had on a shoot. They were so welcoming to Jasmin and Femke, and every day huge amounts of food appeared on the table. Breakfast became lunch, lunch became dinner, and there always seemed to be another plate coming out of the kitchen.