As requested by Duane.
As I wrote above, on the Secret Naturist Society forum there was a category called "enforced SN" where you didn't have immediate access to clothes with various ways of achieving that, the simplest being just walking away from your clothes. That was the only method I had used, so in my more adventurous days I looked for another way that didn't involve keys and timed locks etc. I knew that I could leave home early in the morning with a good chance of not being seen, but getting back in broad daylight would be virtually impossible. I would have to wait for darkness to fall to have any chance of getting home unseen. Once thought of I had to try it!
I chose a day that was forecast to be very warm by English standards ie high 70Fs because I didn't want to feel cold while waiting for darkness. My destination on leaving home was a place I used regularly for naked sunbathing and wandering around about a mile away. I had left everything I thought I would need for the day there the previous evening.
I set out at about 5am with foot wear (because of already sore feet) and nothing else. The most dangerous part for being seen was leaving home, crossing the road and getting through a gap in a hedge, but much safer beyond that to the top of a hill and onward. It was clear and just beginning to get light. I arrived at the chosen spot without seeing anybody. To my dismay the once clear sky had now filled with low cloud meaning that I couldn't use the rising sun to keep warm. I began to feel cold. Had I chosen the wrong day?
Fortunately it wasn't long before the sky cleared and I began to feel warm again in the low sun. In fact within a few hours I began to feel too warm lying down in the sun. I was committed to being naked all day until darkness fell and I could get home - a commitment I was very willing to embrace!
In the years I had used the place it was almost inevitable that it did not remain entirely secret and during the day two other men who had discovered my naked haven arrived and used it as such. One thought I was mad for even trying such an exploit!
I did wander around during the day but didn't go far because I couldn't get out of my head that if the worst happened and I was asked to get dressed I would have nothing to put on!
Eventually they left, the sun dipped and the warmth began to lessen. This was the worst part of the day for me as I waited for darkness to arrive and felt nervous about the upcoming walk home. The wind rising and not feeling particularly warm didn't help.
At about 9.30pm I felt it was dark enough for the walk home (it was August). I hadn't even thought about taking a torch (flashlight), but the lights of the nearby town were enough for me to see my way. I don't think there was any moon as it had clouded over. Now moving, the wind didn't make me feel cold any more, it was exhilarating. I got to the most dangerous part, the gap in the hedge, stopped, listened, peeked, dashed across the road, through a side gate, past a neighbour's window and I was home!
I'd done it! I had to stop myself from celebrating by walking the streets naked in that delicious wind, contenting myself with standing at my door at the risk of being seen by my neighbours. It turned out to be one of the warmest nights on record so I'd definitely chosen the right day for the waiting for dark and the walk home.
