Well friends,
I have broken my duck for nude walks since we got to our new home. I have described my extended amount of domestic and garden nudity since we arrived in September and that I'd determined to become a determined rambler (many of you who have read my contributions over the years might say I already am!!
) and find some new SN ranges.
On Wednesday afternoons, I go to an art class and last week, when we'd finished, as the sun was out and the weather pretty clement, I drove to a nearby stately home to take a walk in their grounds which harbour a swathe of woodland. My sub agenda was a recce for future SN walking. Unfortunately it was 3.20 and the ancient pile closed at 4pm leaving little time to get to the woods which were about 15' walk away at least. So, having stated my intention at the visitors centre I demurred to pay the entrance fee and averred to return another day earlier on the day. "Oh!" said the nice man behind the counter, "If you want a good walk and don't mind a steep hill..." and he directed me to a nearby walking location. "And...if you like woods just along from the hill is a stretch of woodland." I thanked him and drove to the local beauty spot which was flanked at the base by a modest car park. So this was a popular location. Indeed 2 women and concomitant dogs had arrived just in front of me. However, no problem, this was after all a recce in unfamiliar territory and no more. Anyway I was fully attired for a decent hike in boots, thick socks, 3 layers, scarf, hat, hiking stick and the wrong trousers (Not a reference to Wallace & Gromit but my favourite walking trousers are a pair of old green combats. They have zip pockets and are ...ahem...a tiny bit snug meaning I don't need a belt. Their zips mean I can lay them on the ground or hang them on a branch without worrying about my car keys or phone dropping silently into the leafmould and getting lost!).
Thus snugly attired I hacked off the trail as soon as I could and in about 20' wheezing up a tussocked hill (quite steep and quite hard going in walking terms) I reached the woods, ignoring completely the little decorative brick-built arch that stood atop the hill and was the main visitor attraction point, and heading straight for the adjacent woods. A couple and dog also approached and entered the woods at 90° to me.
The woods were quite small - only 15-20' walk across and as I reached the other side which gave onto flat fields (deserted) I saw the two women that started same time as me that had circumnavigated the perimeter path of the woods and observed their dog chase a runner that appeared and snap at his legs until called off. A minute or two later the couple at the entrance I met again and we bad each other, politely, a good afternoon.
This was a weekday, late afternoon (school collection time) in February, yet there were 3 other sets of walkers/runners in the vicinity. I was not hopeful that this might be a good location for SN in better weather. I plunged into the woods again and again was less than edified by the low density of trees and bushes, even allowing for its leafless condition at the moment, you could see a long way from any point even in summer, meaning that quite distant walkers could clearly see a nude man frolicking in the undergrowth. Still, progress through the centre of the wood was good. As the sun began to sink towards the horizon sending lovely apricot-coloured rays through the trees I observed to myself what a nice walk I was having none the less.
And then I moved into an area of rhododendron bushes. Rhododendrons have been my enveloping friends on several occasions and I was quite excited to find a big bush with a hollow bower inside. "What an opportunity!" thought Nuduke, my SN self. "But you're not kitted to get naked and it's a new location where you've seen much evidence of logging and forestry." said John, my all-too-textile conscience. So my subconscious arbiter did what it always does and waited a while to see if there was any evidence of people nearby. None. Despite the sinking of the winter sun, now orange and at eyeline on this wooded hill, Nuduke the SN prevailed and I calmly shed coat, hat, fleece, scarf, shirt , trousers, underpants shoes and socks until the adjacent ground level branches looked like an elf's laundry business.
But...I was naked in nature. Cold, crisp air circulated my skin, sensual and delicious. The dry leafy carpet crackled under my bare feet. I was free in a woodland glade as many occasions before but this one being special as it perhaps represented the start of a new phase of SN freedom in my naturist life. A couple of minutes passed and I began to feel good.
And then a real bummer - literally. As per our conversation in another thread, I farted...and there was, unusually, a bit of 'follow through'. Happily I had a pocket pack of tissues and a bottle of water and proceeded to clean up the very small inconvenience, which only took a minute or two. However, the nasty surprise, the wrestling with my pockets to find the tissues, the near loss of my keys when my trousers fell off their perch, the necessity to drop my guard whilst messing about with all this, the concomitant rush of stress and the anguish to hygienically and secretly dispose of several tissues by burying them with no real means of digging (stick, hands, boot, cover hole with soil & leaves!), very much took the gloss off my first naked romp in the countryside of the midlands (to say the least). Being unable to don anything if someone did arrive, if only for a few minutes, was stressful.
John the conventional bloke said "Well that was bloody stupid. No preparation, no planning, no proper recce. 5 minutes nude and a load of stress and inconvenience. I'm glad you didn't enjoy that.
"
Nuduke the SN said "Well woo hoo! I got naked in Notts (actually Lincs but it's less alliterative, I couldn't find a synonym for bare or naked beginning with L! ....Except leafless!) and I was spontaneous for a change. The shit was shit but it didn't faze me and I didn't panic.
"
John: "Hrmph!"
So there we are, folks. It's quite some months since I did my last naked woodland and, albeit briefly, sampled this location. It may prove productive in the spring/summer and is but one candidate amongst a whole new world of candidates that may open up in my new milieu.
As I descended the hill to the car park, empty apart from my car, the sun was amber and flowing it's honeyed effulgence over the distant horizon of trees. I think it might be good to be there again next Weds if the weather's good!
John
