it was somewhere ive often been before, i saw nobody else and nothing of note happened.
Rubbish, ric! Plenty to note, I think viz: You were comfortable with the familiarity of the place, you felt the freedom of isolation to be naked in nature and you frolicked and revelled, skyclad, in the pleasant, fragrant, earthy bourne of the trees.
This is the problem! We don't report as much because we think its mundane. We are collectively awful at sharing feelings about what we do which are never mundane! Speaking personally, I'm interested, ric, frequent experiencer of nakedness at home and work that you are, in what particular things you might have been up to. Not an essay, just the sort of update you reported below. So thanks for that.
I did some naked lawn mowing and gardening Tuesday and have been lolling around the house naked a lot. Last week and earlier this I had quite a bad cold during a very hot spell and spent a fair time in bed under a fan and which, for some reason, when I was up and skyclad, the wife was a bit more tolerant than usual. The weather has cooled off in recent days but the wife has been out a lot, so much opportunity to be naked around the house, chores etc., but a lot less than hoped as it has been a bit uncomfortably cold. Middle of today became nicely sunny and I was in a dressing gown. Mrs N went to sit on the patio and I joined her and shortly afterwards during the conversation that had arisen, slipped off my robe to catch a bit of sun. Now, the dear lady was sitting opposite me around the garden table and could not have seen any of my lower half yet, knowing I'd got naked in the sun started tutting and demonstratively looking away. "Do stop that, I remarked. If I was wearing trousers and took off my shirt you wouldn't have minded at all - you can't see my bottom half so what's the trouble? You don't complain when were in bed and I'm naked under the covers* so why here." She was unable to respond cogently. I mentally carved another notch on my metaphorical malacca cane of confidence! I didn't cover up though. She soon stopped her negative body language and we went on with our conversation.
There! Mundane as hell but perhaps vaguely engaging to some and so surely better shared than not posting my thoughts at all?
John
* = risky comment I realised afterwards. Wouldn't want to give her further frontiers of complaint where none existed before!