I haven't started a new thread for a long time but today was special and I just wanted to bring to your attention that I had some naked hiking today!
Those of you who have followed my exploits in recent months will know that despite relocation to more rural circumstances, I have been somewhat frustrated by the lack of places that I can get naked in nature, albeit that my opportunity for garden and domestic naturism has been much increased. The terrain is very flat in the whole county and woodland is very scarce, roads plentiful but parking on the narrow country roads often difficult or impossible and in summary despite a deal of ranging and recces, I haven't found a good place or places to hike or sunbathe skyclad yet....until today.
What happened was that, being a lovely spring day, intermittent sunny periods and light cloud, warm but not hot and no appointments or obligations... I decided to get on my rickety old electric bike and see how far it would take me on a battery charge. For these purposes, a flat terrain is good. I cycled a mile or two to a commercial fishing lake I have been meaning to look over for months. It was a really nice location and my subtext was to see if there was any naked walking potential. It was a well-used facility and although a very nice locale which I will visit for some fishing, there was no woodland or brush to get concealed in and about a third of the perimeter was bordered by a camp site for caravans (not great for fishing ambience either). Having chatted with a couple of fishermen and watched one pull out 3 crucian carp and 2 small tench in under 20 minutes, I determined to return with tackle.
Mounting again my trusty steed, I cycled on in the effulgent sunshine through the next village and on into the deeper countryside where the road narrowed to a single track with absolutely no room for 2 vehicles to pass but sufficiently well made for me to be able to cycle safely and easily. 2 lady 'proper' cyclists passed me coming from the other direction and we exchanged greetings. Eventually the road came to a ford across the local river. Fords are an extreme rarity in the UK so I stopped to look over the bucolic scene. Having appreciated that for a few minutes, I noted that where I had parked my bike was an ungated field entrance so, ever alive to possibilities of getting naked, I pulled my bike off the road and strolled but a few yards up a slight incline along the riverbank bordering the field.
As I stood there I noted that the road the other side of the ford was unmade so it was unlikely that any vehicles actually used the ford and indeed one could see a parralel road a few hundred yards away. In the opposite direction there was a cluster of farm buildings and the rest of the vista was fields as far as the eye could see. My SN risk calculator activated: I could see for miles, I was out of sight of cars passing on the road which were very few, I could see the hardly-used road from whence I came and so I had a 360 degree surveillance. The grass was tall at the edge of the field I stood in, there were a few trees and the chances of anyone approaching from about 300 of the 360 degrees was nil.
I was prepared. I had my zip-pocket hiking trousers on and a backpack. So, I was able to strip off. I had donned socks and walking shoes as a parallel precaution should I get the chance of some nice hiking which were a nuisance but not too much of a problem. I was able to stand and sit sunbathing for a while and I rejoiced that I had finally got a decent chance to be naked in nature AND that I had taken it despite the usual taboos of being careful in a new location.
The river gurgled, the grass swished in the light breeze and the insects buzzed and chirped. I sat comfortable on the dry, grassy earth and was filled for a moment with a joy of a return to SN after a very long gap. At not very long length, perhaps 15' I re-robed and returned to my hapless conveyance.
As well as the ford there was a narrow footbridge over the river and with some care needed I walked my bike to the other side, 'scrambled' the 1-200 yards along the unmade dirt track to the road and was thereby able to make a circular trip home rather than have to retrace my initial journey. Happily, my battery lasted the distance and the ride back was even pleasanter with the warm glow of having had some nude time and the knowledge that I will go there again soon (with a packed lunch and a book!).
John