It would have been nice to see a copy of the picture.  ;D

By heck! You Scots are hardy.. 🙂

English by birth - highlander by choice 🙂

Was MR Gough nearby ;D

don't you have to look out for the Pig Eagle when walking those mountains.

Good on ya, ours  will get here eventually , but probably will not be until May, and then it will be along the beach with hopefully the sun out.

In my case it was a run, all the way....

Having given up on ski-ing due to the poor snow and crowds on the slope (in the N Pennines) I drove south a mile or two.  With good weather, I suddenly felt like a run, and spotted a track off to the right. 

As a regular barefooter, I decided to go barefoot despite the snow of mostly 6 - 12".  My feet were a bit cold to begin with, but soon warmed up as I ran.  There were only a couple of sets of footprints in the snow, going the other way.  As I got away from the road, I felt it was warm enough to strip, and quickly realised that I actually felt more comfortable naked. 

After a while I tired of carrying my t-shirt and trousers, so stashed them and carried on, feeling somewhat more vulnerable if I should meet that couple around the next corner! However, I love that feeling of being completely free of all clothing, including shoes, and carried on for a while, probably about 2 miles in total, before I noticed on or two of my toes feeling a little number.

I carried on back naked until I was within sight of the road, with the snow occasionally knee deep.

It only took a few minutes to get the full feeling back to to my two second toes, and otherwise my feet were glowing. Very pleasant run.

Now that's what I call hardy. Where on the Pennines were you?

Just north of Cow Green Reservoir, south of Alston.

We managed to get out for a mini nude walk near Chelmsford last saturday it was grand i've put some pics in the gallery  🙂
Here a sample

got out for my first walk today,  spent a pleasant hour in some local woods  🙂

Not done my first walk yet, i was gutted i couldnt do it yesterday i just right but had thing to do.

It was not my first naked walk this year (not by any means) but it was the first one that inspired me to write it up for another website. I thought there might be a few here who would be interested so, with apologies to those who’ve read this elsewhere, here is the report (written on 24 February 2012):

A week or so ago I stopped on my regular journey home from Newcastle to stretch my legs and grabbed a geocache while I was at it; in the cache was a “Racing Travel bug”. For the benefit of those unfamiliar with geocaching a travel bug is a small item with a unique tracking number that can be used to identify it. Travel bugs (TBs to their friends) are not for trading or swapping they are simply moved from cache to cache and their journeys logged, so that the original owner (or anyone else who’s interested) can follow their progress. Over time a concept of a TB race developed whereby TBs are released with a specific destination to get to or possibly a series of named caches they wish to visit. (Sad, I know, but quite fun in a geeky sort of way).

The TB I had found was one of over 100 that had started a race to visit about 20 UK caches at the beginning of last year. The original race was over, but the owner had noted on site that he’d like his bug to finish the set anyway. On checking there was on cache listed, but not yet visited, just a few miles north of Newcastle, so I thought I’d take it there this week. However, I found that the cache had been removed so that was not an option. There was another cache a few miles west of Sheffield on Win Hill that was listed and not yet visited. It would add an hour to my journey plus the time to climb the hill and return to the car (say, another hour) but I decided to take the bug there anyway, it seemed like a good place to break the journey.

I left the office at lunchtime yesterday and got to the chosen parking spot around 16:30. That gave me an hour until sunset and probably about two hours before it was too dark to walk safely without a torch. (No moonlight last night). The parking spot was sufficiently remote that I was able to quickly change out of work clothes into a wrap, a t-shirt and hiking boots. This was not going to be terrain for barefooting. I put my camera, a couple of torches and my waterproof poncho into a small rucksack and set off.

Within a few yards I was on a small path and stripping off looked like it might be possible. However, I could see fresh tracks going up with no matching set coming back down so I stayed dressed. After a few minutes I could see why the terrain rating for the cache was 4 out of 5. That path was steep, muddy, covered with loose rocks and slippery. I was starting to wonder whether I’d allowed enough time to get up and back. I kept going anyway.

The air temperature was 14C (57F – very hot for February) and I was soon sweating freely. It was no good; the t-shirt came off and went into the backpack. I continued, but after another two or three minutes the wrap also came off. I swear I could see a column of hot air rising above me. I was still too hot, but now at least I was not sticking to uncomfortable clothing. I kept the wrap in my hand in case a quick cover up was required.

The tricky underfoot conditions were requiring my attention and before I realised it I had stumbled onto a path running across my route. Oups! Oh well, there was no one around, so no harm done. I continued, staying inside the woods as I headed uphill. As the trees thinned I took stock. No sign of the other walker coming down again. No one else was likely to be mad enough to be heading up at this time of day so I reckoned I was OK to stay properly dressed.

I went on. The top of the hill was still hidden behind a ridge, but I knew I was within a quarter of a mile (isn’t GPS wonderful :D). A clacking of rocks above me made me look up the path to where I could just see somebody’s head appear over the skyline about 50 yards away. I turned my back and without hurrying put the wrap back on before he reached me. We exchanged hellos and although I got a slightly sidelong glance I don’t know whether it is because he saw me naked or if it was just that I was wearing a short skirt and boots while he had a waterproof jacket and heavy padded over-trousers.

He passed and once he was out of sight I stripped again. I’d checked and his boots were the ones I had seen going up so I now thought it unlikely there would be anyone else on the top. I put the skirt in my backpack and got my camera out. The light was starting to fade but I was able to get a shot of the hill top trig point and some of the local views.

Destination in sight:

The view to the north east:

The view to the north west:

Then, remembering my friends here, I thought I’d better get into some of the pictures myself so that you’d know I did not pinch the pictures from the web.

I was almost at the top, and less than 100 feet from the cache, when I spotted a jogger coming up the hill on another path. I hopped behind a line of rocks to see where he was going and watched with dismay as he turned onto my path. Oh well the wrap and t-shirt went back on until he passed. I watched him go to the trig point and then carry on past and down the track the other side. Once he was 100 yards away I stripped off again and went to find the cache.

Being on top of a hill with no tree cover made for a good GPS position and I was able to find the cache under a rock in seconds. I logged my visit, left the TB and took another one to move on. Then I proceeded to the trig point. The runner was well down the hill now and although he could have seen me (had he looked) I reckoned I was far enough away for him to be uncertain what I was wearing.

Time for another photo…

And then one on top of the trig point (just to prove I bagged it):

I had a couple of goes at this, but the light was fading fast now that the sun was below the horizon so the colour was going. Even with the camera set to produce vivid colours this looks pretty washed out. Never mind, it’s the best I could do under the circumstances.

Once the pictures were taken I set off down hill again. The temperature at the top was down to 10C (50F) and there was enough breeze that I’d cooled down to a more comfortable core temperature. I decided to stay boots only for the descent, which took about 25 minutes with no interruptions or worries. I eventually dressed about 100 yards short of the car when I rejoined the road. In all I’d had 73 naked minutes and was now fresh and ready to face the three hour drive home but, before I got into the car, I decided that the wrap was not required, it was almost completely dark now so I decided that the drive home could safely be done naked.

I eventually stopped and dressed just outside my hometown. It is rare that I enjoy the drive back from the north but yesterday was the exception.

Have fun,

Ian.

PS: All pictures are clickable for a larger image (if your stomach can stand it  😮 )

Fascinating description of your walk, Ian, wish my talents included making walks seem so interesting.
I fully understand your comment about how other walkers look at you when you appear to be wearing a skirt and walking boots, and feel comfortable at the ambient temperature, and they are hot and sweaty in their excessive clothing.
Don