I was away up north for the weekend, up north for a Scotsman that is in Wester Ross, and enjoyed some wonderful sunny weather. I went for a walk on a signed path late yesterday evening which the guide book said would take an hour or so. It took me just over 30 minutes, so I turned around to do it in reverse. I remembered I had not heard or seen anyone else on the route, so once past the ferns I stripped off and walked the rest of the way naked to the gate about 20 yards from the main road. It was so much more refreshing to walk naked uphill, downhill, through the woods, than get hot and sweaty in clothes in the slighty clammy weather.
Earlier in the day I drove to the end of one of the many peninsulas in the area and had a wonderful time sunbathing naked. When I was returning to my car I heard voices - two anglers also heading to the car park. We chatted for a while about their "success" and they never mentioned seeing me though they had that slightly amused air about them whilst we chatted. From their description of their fishing mark they were about two or three minutes walk further along the rock than I was.
Smooth again, stayed hairy for as long as I could.
There really is nothing like walking naked. I have an all over tan except for the straps made by the rucksack, the big patch on my back where the rucksack sits, my feet and ankles for the socks and that part of the forearm that the sun never sees when walking with poles.