Patrick Thompson

We're often just sat alone each evening happily watching TV. It's very much routine after days which can be really busy with visitors & family calling in or with us going out to hospital consultant appointments. To just lock the door, have a shower, sit calmly on a big comfy settee, seems like the lifestyle we have evolved that suits us perfectly!
On Sunday evening though that all suddenly changed, within a space of around 5 or 6 minutes our niece Lisa had popped in, rushed off some story about having to go to London for 2 or 3 days, then in her unique way she asked us a question having already decided that our answer was totally pointless & would be ignored! She asked us if we would look after her 11 year old son until Wednesday. Before we could venture a reply or seek more of an explanation, she was already heading off out towards her car. Being naked and hobbling due to a sprained ankle, I didn't want to chase through the door after her.
The boy is no trouble, in fact he settles quickly and he's mostly quite helpful. Like his mum he's often undressed within a few minutes of arriving here. We did say that he could watch some dvd's on our tv when we were not watching a particular favourite show, but, the two consecutive ones we have endured today were rather loud & quite 'blood thirsty' maybe we are not 'trendy' or aware of what youngsters watch. Both my wife Rosemarie & myself instinctively stopped the dvd's parade at 7:30pm this evening, the lad protested as much as he dare then reluctantly took away his disc, he went up to his room and all fell silent.
We didn't think about his phone, within 10 minutes 2 of his local pals (boys) were at our door, I told them through a small gap in the door that there was no way were they coming in & he was not going out! The boy heard us, with a bang of his door he yelled something at his full voice and slammed shut his door.
I reckon his mum will need to sort the lad out before his quick temper & noisy retaliations lead him into major trouble.
Are we out of date with young folk? Could we adapt at our mid-60's age? Should the youngster just behave better & not challenge us by inviting pals?
Have you had similar events with children in your home 'unusually'?

We just had a lovely weekend with family staying over & a naturist couple from across the street popping in for chats & card games. These weekends are fairly rare so far this year although with working hours changing for some people it has proven difficult to arrange. Our niece, her partner Tony & son Mark were stripped off within 15 mins of arriving & they, like us, were thrilled when Eric & Sandra came too.
We don't usually play card games but as a laugh Mark said it would be funny if all these naked people played "Get-Dressed-Poker" instead of "Strip-poker". When we had to put clothes in neat piles at the side of us in correct order it was a laugh in itself. Tony insisted that we all have the same number of clothing items and things like rings & watches or neck jewellery did not count as items.
The laughter and comments got more hysterical as the hours slipped by, when the loser was the first fully clothed we stopped, but the clothed person stayed clothed we all got naked again! Sandra had to serve drinks & food nibbles in her full clothing, she was really hilarious as she pretended to be offended by the bare flesh everywhere.
When it got to 11:15pm we stopped our evening and began to sort out what clothes belonged to who, then Eric came up with a dare for Sandra. He said that as she had been fully dressed for 3 hours she ought to get naked to go home!
As they lived almost directly opposite in our quiet street she agreed to do a midnight streak, providing we all kept quiet so as to not attract attention.
She was true to her word and on the stroke of midnight her midnight wobbly dash across went ahead quietly. We did cheer afterwards and at least 2 neighbours opened blinds to see where the noise came from. We found out this morning that the only thing seen was me closing our door, one neighbour said, "Making such as noise is one thing, but to show your bared front is just not on!"
A lovely "FUN" weekend.

We have a really happy life in some ways, we do have health issues but there's no reason to cry about them, we can't alter them, we just live to the best we can and enjoy each new day. We have great neighbours, loving (but small) family, and above all we have great love for each other!
We are blessed that we can live each day entirely naked if we choose to. We tend to stay most days within our own property. Friends locally pop by and chat, some stay for a coffee some just check that we are ok, that's fine! Although we truly appreciate our nude life and those around us that make it a pleasant & 'easier' existence, we are occasionally reminded that the big world out there is tainted with an addiction to "Textile'ism". So when their 'ism' is brought into sharp contrast against our 'nature' we have to call on our inner selves to defend & confirm our lifestyle choice.
When our decorator came to 'freshen-up' our hallway he carried on with his work pretty much as he always has, apart from his almost obligatory 'joke' about nakedness, he just does his work and whistles his way through. (only a plentiful supply of cups of coffee interrupt his brush strokes!). He told us that his wife & her dad would be calling by to bring his phone which was his 'work phone' and invaluable, he had mistakenly picked up the wrong one on his way out. When they arrived, on their way to town, he went to the door to collect his phone & briefly speak to them. Without a seconds thought he asked his wife and her father to step in and meet us, to him it was a reasonable action. BUT, when they stepped into our lounge and saw myself & my wife along with our niece & her partner all naked, she screamed! her dad blasted some really strong language, all hell came loose in our lounge!
In one swift action (instinctive reaction truthfully!) I made ALL of them leave instantly! My wife and I along with my niece's partner, herded the abusive people straight back out of our house. The yelled "PERVERTS!" at us, we just yelled back "Go Out Textile Terrorists" and a sort of peace came back to us around half an hour later!
We laughed though when we realised we had a hallway almost totally painted but for door frames etc,a load of painters equipment and no painter!
What we did also have was that f*cking phone that was the catalyst for the onslaught of abuse!

The fact of living as a naturist within our home isn't always as easy as some might guess. Whilst we do appreciate that a majority of people living in the UK and certainly immediately around us, are textiles (clothed people) we also ask for our independent choice of our own lifestyle. The majority of our neighbours and friends do accept us nude in our home and we totally accept that some find that difficult to do. We have always maintained that if any of our visitors, friends or family, bring along young children (under 10) they should speak to us first & we will put clothes on if they prefer that. Otherwise we insist on "Accept what you see us as, or leave" motto for our home life. Until last week things have worked out well and usually everyone is happy. On one afternoon we had a phone call from a person we had not seen or heard from for about 1 year. In the phone call we accepted that they could call around to see us in about an hour, I purposely reminded her that we live naked mostly and would most likely be nude all day that day. We were given no indication that this would be a problem.
At around 3:30pm our friend arrived with her new husband & a 15 year old girl, (it seems she is the daughter of the new husband). The conversations started quite well and we made drinks for everyone, the young girl looked really awkward and uneasy as I gave her a glass of fruit juice. I asked her what was making her feel uncomfortable, she answered candidly "Seeing an old couple naked isn't nice at all, I really don't like looking at a droopy old willy when I'm given a drink!" The awkward silence lasted only seconds when my wife said, "We did remind Sarah in our phone conversation of our naturist lifestyle and she accepted that"
To our amazement the new husband jumped up, grabbed his daughters arm and took her outside saying "We do not accept your weird ways, we think you are disgusting." Sarah sat and cried, after a few minutes she got up to leave saying "They both told me it would be fine, they do have a real problem with nudity and I can't apologise for them enough, they ought to have refused to come. I must go now but I'll phone you later"
She left to catch up with her new family. She didn't ring back, we don't know what the outcome was with them at all. We do know that if she rings again it will be a difficult conversation, probably.

Falling asleep anytime, anyplace, is a sort of 'skill' that I have acquired in the more recent years. Now all I need is a place to sit, lay, or just be comfortable & I can be sleeping within 1 minute. My wife gets quite agitated because she has so much trouble actually going to sleep herself. I don't really worry too much about where I sleep either, it has happened in just about every conceivable location apart from under water of course! It has given rise to some fun moments too. My niece came by to see us and the weather was really good, I was laid on a lounger in our patio place, naked as always, Lisa & her son Ashley were soon naked too and gathering together stuff to go outdoors and enjoy the lawns. I was suddenly aware of laughter and voices, I opened my eyes to see our visitors plus a neighbour (who stays clothed) being really enjoying a sort of 'picnic'. My face felt 'dry' 'puckered' and unusually not as it should be. I got myself up with some difficulty and went to look into our hallway mirror, I could hear roars of laughter behind me. Yes! Some cheeky little blighter had used lots of 'make-up' to decorate my face, my chest & my stomach!
Oh the joys of sleeping anyplace!

We planned our holiday with a difference for this summer, instead of all the airport stress & crowded hassles, we have opted for a 'Stacation'. In other words we are staying in England and just travelling around 80 miles to our very friendly apartment. Our fabulous friends, I met at a camp site in France in 1991, have a place for us in their large house! I have kept in touch every month & actually went to their son's naturist wedding! Earlier this year they told us that the apartment within their house had been booked by a couple who had it last year, but sadly due to a bereavement they have to cancel. So we are taking up that break in a beautiful place & we don't need very many clothes at all!

Terry & Marie have brought up 3 children in a naturist lifestyle & always had so much happiness in their home with their youngest son Gary being the last one to marry & move out. Needless to say both boys & their sister always return to the nest at least 3 times a year, their own broods are increasing each year and filling the family home with even more laughter & loving fun as they flood in. When we go in two weeks time one son & his wife will be there with their own 2 children. How wonderful this is, we are so looking forward to it in so many ways. Not only meeting up with friends of a long time, but meeting up with some of the family in glorious naked holiday leisure.

So forget travelling to crowded airports, forget the queues & tempers, instead of many miles up in the air for 4 hours we'll be in a car for just over 1 hour, then at a gorgeous countryside family house for paradise times.

When my new girlfriend & I stepped into the house we were nervous of mum's reactions. BUT seeing my sister & her husband sat naked on the settee certainly took my breathe away. Mum sat watching tv almost oblivious to us arriving, she suddenly jumped up to greet us & she only had pants on! I don't think I've ever heard of any (textile) woman being introduced to 3(almost)naked people without someone fainting!
As I ushered my girl into the lounge she began to smile a little more, the conversation flowed easily from my sister & her husband, mum stayed glued to her tv much as she always did. We even had to make our own hot drinks! In a quick snatched moment my girl whispered, "No-One cares about having no clothes on, you said they wouldn't didn't you!". I think she took the brave step of kicking off her shoes, coat & t-shirt. It looked odd to see her sat in bra & trousers!
My sister suddenly broke her chatter and said to me, "You have had your clothes on for nearly an hour, what's wrong with you?"

Although I did get naked and persuade my girl to at least remove her bra, it somehow didn't really settle into a comfortable meeting at all! When I took my girl back to her house (fully dressed) she was very quiet. Soon after getting into her lounge she looked almost tear full, she made an emotional statement which basically meant, "I think you've got a wonderful family, maybe slightly bonkers, they probably would great anyone very warmly but I don't like all that nakedness. it isn't for me, I really like you so much but it has to be over!"

I never did figure out if she was afraid of nudity in general or just concerned at seeing my sisters large boobs set free, my mothers pendulous breasts out loose or my brother-in-law manfully striding his bulky bared body ! I did phone her several times that month, but she was right, she couldn't be 'the one for me!'.

Just two years afterwards when my family went to a naturist holiday resort I met a lovely woman who had actually worked with my sister about 3 years earlier. She was there with her young son & his friend and parents. Shona became my first long term partner, although we never married or had children. When she came to mums house on summer days she could be naked within 30 seconds!. That was when I found love! (first time!)

As I have mentioned before on this place I was actually born to naturist parents (just over 65 years ago!) although they would never have used 'naturist' in their daily talking. They preferred to be naked or in as few clothes as possible, when it was possible! Consequently my home throughout my childhood had naked people in it. Through the major part of my own life I have been naked too. It hasn't always been easy when 'acquiring' another girlfriend, a situation that needed careful handling of course. I could often charm my way into any naked situation at a girlfriends house, but if it came to taking them home to meet my mum, (my dad died before my 9th birthday) it was entirely a very different situation! With one particular woman I knew it was a carefully planned set of events that needed to be carefully executed before mother could give 'approval' of my relationship.
After around a year of avoiding the probable difficult meeting, having carefully negotiated many 'naturism' discussions and a few 'naked days' at her house, I actually arranged a date when I would take my lover to my mother, I knew it had to go smoothly and it had to happen fairly soon or I would find a reason to abort the event totally. I spoke calmly to my mother and explained that things needed to go smoothly. I even made sure that my younger sister (who was already married) would most likely not be crashing into the scene too. On the day it was to happen I met my female cohort & we
walked the mile to my mothers house, just to give me more 'thinking time' and plotting an alternative escape if things went wrong.
With fairly steady strides we walked straight into the house, both feeling a bit unsure and both almost ready for any eventuality, but what actually happened as we walked into the 'front room' just wasn't in my plans at all. There on the settee sat my sister and her husband, NAKED!

More of this story will unfold soon, watch for "Part 2)

The bliss of laying out in the sun in golden silence! The only sounds I hear are birdsong & the occasional cat meow. The sun is almost directly above us and its glorious glow warms our nakedness like no other. My eyes just lightly closed allows weird, but wonderful, kaleidoscopic colours to dance in my view. Reaching for my shades I prop myself up and glance around me, just in the near distance I see cherry trees bowing and slightly swaying, then laid before us (& under us) a smooth carpet of lush green grass. No sign of others making noisy conversation, no children playing loudly or energetically. To my right my lovely wife Rosemarie & to my left our niece Lisa, both almost asleep as tiny beads of perspiration trickles over their recumbent posture.
In my thoughts briefly are the thousands (maybe millions) of people that have today flocked to a nearby seaside resort, dressed in shorts, t-shirts & silly flip-flop sandals they sweat & growl at each other as they trudge along a promenade with ice-cream or beef burger clenched in vice like grip. Ridiculous hordes of overdressed, overweight & sweaty people crowd the sands too amidst the noise & bustle of frantic families of shrill offspring.
Our reclusive location of silence and wonderful nakedness is all I need. Apart from the therapeutic values of sun & open fresh air, I feel the sense of freedom and linking with nature even more acutely in this location.

We have heard of Bob's adventures driving naked and marvelled at his stamina aswell as his exploits, but I have to wonder what other untold adventures are waiting to be 'revealed' out there in our naked world?
Many years ago my ex-partner was something of a daredevil when it came to being naked whenever (& where ever) she wanted to be. I do have many stories about our 6 years together that would possibly just fit in with many of you across the globe, but a few were just so "odd" I was often astounded that we didn't see the inside of more police cells than we saw of open-mouthed stares of amazement.
One holiday way back in 1985 took us from the UK to visit her uncle in Lagos Nigeria who was getting a retirement award gift of a house (yes a house!) from his company. When we arrived at approximately 5:30am one Tuesday morning the heat was already so intense that we felt seared in open air sun. By the time we arrived at the hotel we were already soaked with perspiration. In the foyer where crowds were either arriving or leaving we stood in exasperation waiting for some one to give us a room. As a young man stood in front of us took off his shirt, my partner Angie decided to remove her blouse top & her bra! There were gasps from nearby Nigerians and almost screams from about 8 other Europeans! Her tanned and evenly bronzed breasts still looked glaringly white next to several much darker skins. After about 20 minutes we were being taken to a room on ground level just a few minutes walk away from reception. The person showing us into our room found it difficult to take his eyes of Angies now extended nipples, I put the cases on the bed and found a few small denomination notes to give the man, just as I saw Angie slip off her skirt and almost minute panties.
I had to literally push the man out of the room.
So within 25 mins of arriving at a hotel in a West African city my partner was naked and causing shock waves all around the building! By the time we had sat having cold drinks on our 'patio area' for half'n'hour the population of employment at the hotel had passed by within 3 feet of us.
(But maybe that was the sight of my very white nude body that caused it?)

My hospital appointments always bring stress & difficulties. I do tend to get stressed though when I am confronted by either people who have little regard for punctuality & by inaccurate records or incomplete files. Today was no exception and in many ways I exercised a greater deal of self control & forced smiles. I sat in the waiting area with just a plastic cup half filled with Luke warm tasteless liquid that almost resembled tea. It was only 40 minutes after my original time, I smiled through my gritted teeth when a woman asked if I was ready?. The consultant mumbled in an almost understandable monotone voice, then he asked me to undress from my hospital gown and lay on his examination table. His nurse/assistant almost broke into a laugh when she saw that I was naked, she said that I was supposed to keep my underwear on, that was impossible I told her because I never wear underwear! The consultant actually began using more than one dull tone, in fact he became very animated & his voice seemed to be searching for a reasonable level of volume and 'English Language'.
I actually asked the nurse/assistant to act as translator, which proved to be a very useful decision. After much prodding, pressing and then pointing at an illuminated X-ray plate, the consultant actually decided that I should continue with my medications pills & treatments as everything was pretty much as he had expected!
Being left totally alone naked & unsure what was going to happen next I just hoped that someone, anyone, would come along and let me know what I ought to do next. After about 5 minutes I saw the nurse/assistant enter an adjoining room, I asked if she could get me a gown so that I could return to where my clothes were. She beckoned me through into her room, then pointing to another door she said my things were across a corridor through an opposite door.
I went that way and soon realised that a lot of people were using that corridor as a through path. In that 30 seconds or so I guess around 20 strangers saw me cross the corridor!
That adventure over I smiled to think it had, overall, gone much better than usual, I am continuing pills & potions & I have shown myself to a very pleasant attractive nurse, a jumbled & incomprehensible consultant and many other 'possible' patients or visitors. Not even a smile came from those strangers, so maybe that corridor is where nude patients cross everyday?

If we had kept up our membership of a local naturist club we would now be marking our 25th anniversary there. If I had chosen to mark my years personally as a naturist I would have counted 65 this last April. If I had kept count of all the naked people of all ages, nationalities & religions that my eyes have seen I would have run out of numbers! So when I am asked for advice about naturism by 'newbies' I usually say something like, "If you feel comfortable, relaxed & happy, then do it" There's no sense whatsoever in feeling pressure to conform to naturism any more than conforming to any kind of textile lifestyle. Don't just get naked, embarrassed and uncomfortable to please a partner or a friend, nor to push yourself into trying out what you think might be 'great'. I would say that you need to feel completely comfortable after the initial 'exposure' as it can be. There are many reasons given by us naturists to get into the natural state & free your body & soul to the elements, but all of those reasons are invalid if you don't really want to do it.
There are many hundreds of males who just live to get naked as often as possible, but then try to pressure their wife to join them at a club or beach. I know many clubs are unlikely to accept married males without their partners, I accept that a lone male can appear 'threatening' on some sandy shore holiday places, but there are places & times to enjoy your own nudity without dragging an unwilling partner along. (it can cause marriage break-ups!}
The thing I would heartily ask anyone who has an active & fulfilling naturist lifestyle in any location (home or away) is to not be worried about other people knowing you are a naturist. Don't boast or 'over talk' the topic, but the only way we can get naturism more widely understood is to be candid & sincerely honest. Maybe by doing that we'll not only make it more accessible to all 'newbies' but we could find all those reluctant females (or males!) suddenly thinking "That sounds so good & comfortable, I'll give it a whirl!"
Enjoy your lifestyle choice, at ease!

Just over 1 week ago I had to have a day surgery procedure done in a very good hospital. The only down side was the wait prior to seeing the consultant. From that point onwards the care & totally professional treatment I received made the whole process very easy to go through. I won't go into too many details here about the actual procedure, but I must tell you about 2 'nurses' that seemed to be with me the entire time. As I expected I was told to strip naked & put on a hospital gown. If you have experienced hospital gowns you will know that rarely do they have 2 straps that actually meet up at a point where you can fasten the gown together. As I prepared to get onto the 'trolley-bed' I heard Sarah laugh and say.. "Well you obviously don't worry about your bared skin being seen!" She came and helped me lay down, then Kelly appeared to inform me (& Sarah?) that I needed to lay face down ready for the consultant surgeon. Both girls then helped me up again, after a few attempts to lay face down without strangulating some part of my anatomy I made a suggestion. "I'll get off the trolley, get naked, get back onto the trolley face down, then you cover whatever needs to be covered. With more than a 'lot' of laughter they agreed and soon this aged naked old man was laid face down with two hysterical girls stood by me.
As the gown fell loosely across my buttocks I heard the surgeon come over, the girls composed them selves as the anaesthetic was applied. While we all waited for me to drift off to sleep the 'instruments' were prepared and double checked by the giggling trio. The last I can recall before dropping into an induced coma, was the gown being pulled off my bare body. Sarah apparently said.. "Go ahead Mr Khalid he's okay being naked!"
Later back in the recovery unit I regained consciousness and realised I had a gown over me and my arms were actually in the sleeves rather than just loosely covered. I saw Kelly just a few feet away, I asked how everything had gone. She said it all went to plan, Mr Khalid was truly impressed with my range of swear words apparently ? She said he had tried to cover my nakedness but each time he did I ranted a stream of very strong bad language words. Then when he was finished the procedure he asked Kelly & Sarah to put my gown on properly, they put my arms into it and covered me quite well. Then I apparently just said "That was fun, we can do it again later!"
When my wife came to collect me later she was told the entire story. She wasn't surprised by my naughty comments to the girls but my torrent of 'bad words' amazed her, I very rarely use words like that at all, if ever.
So my nakedness roused many 'feelings' & 'mood-behaviour' ?
A very odd experience in total, but Kelly & Sarah were just fabulous fun in potentially traumatic situation!

The weather can be very changeable here in England. It is well a known fact that the English discuss the weather so much because it is so unpredictable. The one advantage that we always enjoyed when we stayed in mobile homes or even in tents in the summer, was that we loved the hot sultry weather days that always threatened a heavy downpour. We stayed outdoors to enjoy both heat & rain. There was a kind of masochistic pleasure in feeling the heavy rain drops pelting against our nude bodies. I can still bring to my mind one particular day when we had 2 young children in our care as we went back to basics at a camp fire meal, mid-summer and very warm. All 50 or 60 people around us in various types of accommodation were enjoying a nude 'Garden Of Eden' type setting. Just after we had consumed copious quantities of food and fizzy drinks we saw ominous grey clouds drift lazily over head. The children yelled "Come under cover, it's going to rain heavy, are you mad?" We looked heavenwards as we slowly cleared away the food fest debris. That sweaty sticky feeling you get in a humid air felt slightly uncomfortable. We saw many around us were heading for shelter and strangely feeling vulnerable because of impending showers.
Then it suddenly happened without warning, a slight crack like a gunshot was our 5 second alarm! Then care such a torrent of stair-rod like shafts of rain, cutting like high speed water jets into our skins. We just looked upwards and felt that weird kind of pleasure of natures cleansing power-jet wash down. The children under canvas just a few feet away looked at us as if we were some kind of Eden lunatic people. They roared with a mixture of laughter & hysterical panic watching their apparently insane guardians dancing around in circles in some sort of naked rain ritual.
The only conclusions we have arrived at since that wonderful day is that we are just mad Englanders that frolic in all kinds of peculiar weather, then sit and talk about it until the next freaky fun filled weather event overwhelms us all.
So if you have occasion to begin a conversation with a Brit and you feel unsure about a topic, just say simply,
"What do you think to this weather we are having just now?"

When I was around 14 years old my mother took me & my sister (16) on a camping week break into the countryside. Fortunately the weather stayed very good for the entire week apart from one night of almost constant rain! We were able to be naked and go 'hunting' through the wooded copse (mainly for vegetation!) and we felt as if we were some kind of great historical explorers from history. Even mother joined in sometimes & we would pretend that each small creature or insect that we found was being discovered for a first time. We would even give these 'things' new names that everyone would use in the future. (That was the power of imagination!).
On one such adventure all three of us roamed naked at least 3 miles from our camper van until we came to a small lake that we hadn't seen before. It was then great fun to wade out into the water to see how far we could safely venture without a need to swim, (none of us could swim!). We knew that the heat of the sun would dry us. All 3 of us 'frolicked' in the water and around the edge of the lake. We set off back towards the 'van and then met up with a young couple out walking their dog! For a few seconds (which seemed like many minutes!) there was a still silence, then the man said to my mother, "I see you have tried the lake, did you leave your swimwear to dry somewhere?" My mum laughed and so did we, she replied, "No, we don't have swimwear, we don't have clothes with us, they are back in our camper, we prefer nakedness to enjoy life better." Another silence affected the couple although we 3 laughed and showed that we were comfortable in our natural state. Then the female replied, "Well you are brave, I think it takes strong hearted people to accept their own nakedness in public, well done, maybe one day we'll try that!"
As they walked onwards away from us her partner looked puzzled, I don't know to this day if it was her words had stunned him or if the sight of a mother with 2 teenagers naked had fused his thought process!

My wife is very self conscious about her body & how age has changed her shape & weight etc. She has become more cautious about who see's her naked or just topless. I truly do empathise with her. I know that it is usually women that are more aware of their own physical appearance,(yes there are exceptions!)but after a lot of years in mixed naturist company I am much amazed at her sudden realizations. We are expecting house guests next weekend who have stayed before many times and usually get undressed within the first 30 mins. I overheard my wife on the phone to them yesterday making plans to meet them mid-way through their journey to us so that we can visit a couple of 'tourist attractions' in that locality. This is very unusual behaviour, I guess she is just using delay tactics to put off being naked with them.
We were re-arranging the spare bedroom furniture after it was decorated and I heard all kinds of mumblings about 'maybe this room isn't quite large enough for guests' and phrases like 'we ought to think about how we cope with the extra work around looking after visitors'.
Today we both had a totally naked day and even our neighbours grandson came in for his customary "Irish Coffee" drink, he seemed as much fun as usual and full of banter, he even gave my wife a hug as he left. She preened herself then re-lapsed into her self-critical mode. I know things will work out, it is just a phase, but maybe it is time to just ease back, we'll probably have a great time and invite them back before they even get dressed to go home.
Life can be very peculiar can't it!

We love having visitors even though there are few that come and totally accept social nudity. Our neighbour is one who pops in fairly regularly and chatters quite happily. Today she returned for a second visit of the day but this time she brought her sister with her who was on a quick holiday from Aberdeen. Although all 4 of us chatted fairly easily I felt there was an 'atmosphere'? Later when our neighbour had returned home she phoned us to explain something. Apparently her sister felt uneasy because back home she had recently had the sadness of her own neighbour passing away. He was also a naturist & spent most of everyday naked in his little bungalow. She had felt some sadness seeing me naked because I look like her deceased neighbour!!!
I apparently resemble a dead man when I'm naked?

We had planned to invite our neighbour to a charity fundraising event tomorrow, (clothed of course!) but somehow seeing her sister constantly weeping or comparing me to a dead man!
Are we being unkind? We don't think so, but perhaps there will be other events at some point in the future that we can invite both ladies to without memories of the departed lingering around!

Although the heavens opened and rain lashed down so heavily we walked, naked hand in hand through twisting & turning paths. The sparse canopy of branches offered little shield, though we preferred that way. One of the very real advantages of rain cascading over my nakedness was that my tears were invisible! Even though a man isn't supposed to cry and certainly not give way to such emotions that create tears, I certainly felt those surges run right through my core.
Walking with a beautiful woman in gardens that our maker alone could have created, I saw these wondrous sights through blurs and mists. Her words had been carefully selected, her methodical manner & her exactitude with even the simplest of words & sentences made the news even more painful to bare. Was she devoid of tears herself or did the cascades wash her face too? The march of words from those lips that I had tasted, seemed too cruel to emanate from there. We walked onwards in silence then, our route curved and rambled in natures city of trees, though not a soul else did we see it mattered not. It was within our hearts & minds that populations of thoughts & questions crossed & burned away.
In her first three words of our naked storm laden trek my heart was scarred, eternally. "I HAVE CANCER". My head had searched for responsive words, I mumbled incoherently at first… 'what.. why.. how.. but who..' not one sentence emerged. We hold on to each other now, tight embrace, bodies absorbing each other, lashed together with rods of rain & pelted with the rocks of damnation. I would not care less if we were never parted, standing naked entwined, though we may expire together we would know love united, not death.

We sat talking till after midnight last Friday. It is rare for me to be still up & about after 10:30pm, so rare that even last new years eve I was in my bed at 10:20pm ! However, my wife and my niece got around to discussing far flung and sometimes long deceased relatives who have experienced naturism. It is widely accepted that we are a 'naked family' as we are often called by local voices. It had began as a fairly entertaining series of stories about life as a child & as a teenager, also around how these age groups have varied in each generation. My wife & myself were born in the early 1950's, my niece was hatched in 1970. Her son first exercised his vocal range in 1988. So all of us had so many interpretations of (naked)life. Somehow we got into discussing a cousin who emigrated to New Zealand in 1980 with a Maori woman, he objected to exposed flesh between armpit & knees. Yet his bride to be had shown us photo's of her family in traditional wear, most females with bared breasts and several men with penis protruding from scant cover.

As 12:45am arrived a very sleepy niece lifted her contorted self from her wicker seat and asked if she had 'patterns' on her bottom? as she bent & turned half around I gave her a gentle slap on her thigh, she pounced onto me as if she were a tiny child of many years ago! I felt almost crushed underneath her weight and her breast pushed into my face almost suffocated me! I tickled her around her waist in her most 'ticklish' parts and the laughter of her childhood years seemed to momentarily return. My wife reminded us both of our now 'senior' bodies and began to be concerned that I might be injured due to my already damaged skeletal frame being week. I managed to get Lisa to move off me and I slowly got my tired old naked torso to move away from the sofa.

We all made our various ways towards bedtime, laughter still filling the night air, the playful pat of my wife's hand across my wobbling belly was enough to cause more giggles. As Lisa moved to her bedroom at the very back of the corridor she waved and blew a kiss towards us, that few seconds brought back so many reminiscences in a quick 'flash'! That evening itself has become a "memory" of happiness. Another thing to post into my weary brain where it can be accessed when spirits are low, with all its laughter attachments it will sit in my 'hard drive' until some 'virus' invades my bald head & walnut shaped brain.
Goodnight my happy moments, I will visit again!

As a naturist household we are obviously quite okay about nakedness, that may seem like an odd thing to say but 'being used to' nudity can have consequences we don't anticipate. My wife & I were alone and quite peacefully sat watching a dvd on our television, we were both naked and it was around 7pm. Then a text message bleeped onto my phone to inform me that our niece was about to arrive with her young son & her partner. As I told my wife about the text we could hear the car screeching to a stop by our garage. I looked out and saw the lad racing from the car towards the front door, his mum was less energetic but she too began the short walk to our door. Oddly her partner stayed in the car? (We had previously had a small disagreement with him but never really made much of it.) Lisa caught hold of her hyper-energetic offspring and brought him in whilst still holding his arm. Unceremoniously she dumped a bag containing clothes which spilled out onto our hallway floor. We waited a few moments as she regained calmness with her lad and told him to 'keep cool'. Soon a story unfolded which explained to some degree why we were suddenly being regarded as 'babysitters' to facilitate peace between Lisa & her man.
Although both Lisa & her lad often stay nude around their own home and spend many long naked days in our company, her new man is still adapting to their level of 'natural living' and at times things seem to get 'agitated' in their home. Apparently in the earlier part of the day Lisa and her son just lay out in the garden gaining sun rays onto their skins, a peaceful status of lounging naked & warm was interrupted by the new male suitor arriving. He stayed dressed and muttered about the scene that he had walked into. (Although he too was a 'newbie' naturist). When there seemed to be no hurry to put clothes on, even when Lisa spoke at the garden fence with her very amicable elderly neighbour, an atmosphere soon ensued and her chap said Lisa & the boy should not be naked as 'freely' as they were when non-naturist neighbours could easily see her.
So, it appears that her lifestyle was apparently becoming an issue when it hadn't been so previously. Lisa said she needed some time alone with her partner to talk things through & re-establish some ground rules in her own home & with her own family. We were not to see her partner in our home because we would "probably be naked & on her side!".
After depositing her son with us Lisa went off to 'talk' with the man.
Are we so comfortable in our nakedness that we don't understand the 'uncomfortable' feelings that some others have around us?

It began as a normal Monday evening, if there is such a thing as 'normal' these days! We both cleared the kitchen of the evening meal stuff, all the pots & plates etc cleared and all the surfaces cleaned. We went into the lounge to relax and watch a couple of movies. Naked and pleasantly warm we just seemed to 'melt into' the big comfy armchairs that almost envelope your entire self in plush comfort, it's quite easy to just let yourself completely relax! Within about 10 minutes things started to change drastically!
Our neighbour has a key to our back door for 'emergency use only'. The noise of our door being unlocked made us jolt back to reality from our half-dazed status. I got up and managed to stumble towards our back patio, there I saw our neighbours 16 year old granddaughter Katy. She seemed almost hysterical and very frightened, not by the sight of this nude old man but already distressed. She spoke in very upset & tearful voice, please come to see grandma, she's had a stroke and the paramedic's are here, she said I have to get you & your wife now. We both hurried out and trough our adjoining gate, their back door stood open, Trevor stood over his wife as the medics fastened her onto a seat that they could take into the ambulance. Trevor guided us around to Janet's side and she smiled happily as she recognised us, she just about managed to say "Thank you, I needed to see you just in case I don't come back!" She grasped my hand as the medics began moving her towards the waiting emergency crew. Then she said "I knew the vision of you both like that would make me loads happier, thanks again."
As the ambulance left with Janet & Trevor plus their grand-daughter, we suddenly realised that there we were naked in our neighbours home and no real idea what to do next? We decided that we would just lock-up and return to our home and after a brief wait we would call the hospital to see how she was.
A panic, some stress & quite a few tears had suddenly changed our Monday routine, it made us laugh when we realised that neither the 2 paramedic's or the 2 ambulance crew had made any comment about the two naked old neighbours that had come dashing in the back door! Katy rang us soon afterwards to say that things were fine, it wasn't a full stroke after all, just a TIA and her grandma was likely to make a 95% recovery in a day or two.

"Out Of The Mouths Of Babes" is a phrase I never really completely understood. I do realise that children have a sense of innocence that just doesn't recognise adult boundaries or sensibilities. What I hadn't taken into account was the way an 'innocent' sentence from a small child can contain enough truth to make some adults squirm!
My wife and I were having a quiet sociable afternoon naked with another couple and we were simply browsing old photographs. Coffee & biscuits were in plentiful supply along with a restricted selection of 'chocolate' coated or flavoured cakes & sweet things! The images from years gone by brought many reminiscences and a few roars of laughter at the way we have 'adapted' to all the effects of passing years. Our niece Lisa arrived with her young son, they settled in and they too were soon nude. Lisa enjoyed looking at some photo's she hadn't seen before and many that included her as a very small child more than 35 years ago.
Her son had been really good and had occupied his time clearing our patio plant containers ready for a new batch of spring 'growing things' as he called it. His energetic young torso suddenly launched in-between myself and our female friend who was just about to reach for anther cake. The lad looked at a photo of myself wearing shirt & shorts around 20 to 25 years ago, then he looked at my paunch now exposed to his view. He calmly said to 'Glenda', "Maybe too many cakes made his tummy expand but it may not have been just cakes!"
Somehow the appeal of those crumbly mouth watering sponge delicacies was drastically gone! Glenda patted her own abdomen and whispered, "I'll not need any meal tonight if I have more cakes!"
Is it times like this when it is difficult to rebuke a young lad, or would it have been tactical to take him quietly to aside and point out how his remark may have been received? I think my wife took the awkward moment away by saying, "Cakes alone didn't cause that waistline expansion, it was a few years of relaxing after even more years of working hard, his tummy relaxed more than he did!"

A naturist couple that we know have moved in across the street from us, they have had a few hectic months settling in & moving the last of their possessions from the previous address. Within days they had been across to us for a meal & made several 'borrowing' visits for all those odd things that were needed but not yet moved. They soon got used to calling around to our back door & letting themselves in, just calling out 'Hi' as they came in. Of course it was of no consequence when we were naked or partially dressed when they came & similar happened if we visit them. When we have an 'open door friendship' like this we feel most comfortable & at ease in our own home. The recent happening that caused laughter in an unexpected way was when we were speaking with a plumber in our kitchen about work we were seeking quotes for. We were fully dressed and saw no reason at this stage to mention naturism or our 'clothes free lifestyle' to the plumber. Our friends decided right at this same time to pop over for a coffee break. Both came bounding in full of laughter & happiness to tell us about their new grand-daughter. Our plumber looked amazed as they gasped out their news and seemed so full of overflowing happiness. BUT.. what shocked him more was when Marie just whipped off her t-shirt and flung it in the air with excitement, her ample breasts bounced and made the bemused chap almost fall from his stool. We all laughed, then as she realised why we found it all so hysterical she just roared with laughter herself & said.. "Well I can't cover these with my hands, so just carry on looking!"

There seems to be so many people now suffering from Cancer. There are so many variants and so many 'experts' to each variant diagnosed. Almost every day we hear of another person losing life or battling against this epidemic of the 21st century. In my own family we have lost people and endured lengthy treatments for some that seemingly were to no avail, apart from extending the time we could share with our loved ones. Quite recently a neighbour of ours has been diagnosed with cancer, a rare form of which can only be accurately identified when it is already at a critical life threatening stage. Although this friend has already 'beaten' lung cancer on an earlier occasion, he was absolutely shocked to find that he possibly has about 7 months of life left due to this new finding. For those who choose to seek out more information via various search engines on the internet, he has "Mantle Cell Lymphoma" and it is aggressive and fatal.
So again that awful 'C' word is blighting a life close to us, it was such a shock to be faced with this news, the look of total disbelief on his wife's face as she told us, was frightening, such a wonderful warm hearted woman who is totally devoted to her husband was in tears. Her gradual acceptance of the situation was creeping slowly upon her and festering inside her as much as the cancer in her man. The look of radiant beauty was slowly being taken over by a gaunt look of terror, fear, dread & stunned awareness, what is there to say to her in their situation? Condolences? Sympathy? Friendly hugs & Compassion? whatever help or advice we can give all seems so futile. At times life itself can be so cruelly tragic.

Our neighbour often pops in for a chat, most times I am naked but my wife will be partly dressed. (She soon puts pants on!). The only issue we have with our neighbour (Tricia) being so regular in & out of our home is that to some extent she has started using our kitchen pretty much as if it were her own! It is great that our naturist lifestyle is accepted by many neighbours including this one, its great also that nudity in our home is virtually disregarded and is part of our 'fitting-in' with folk. When our lovely friend came in this morning she readily helped herself to coffee & biscuits, she chatted for quite some time about her families health issues, most of which is far beyond anything we could be involved in. Just as she was about to leave via our front door a parcel delivery person arrived with a small package for us, luckily I was right there to receive it but the ease with witch she guided the person to my naked self was stunning. Yes it is nice to have our social nakedness accepted, yes it is good that our neighbour feels at ease in our home. The things that are not good are her using our stuff as if it were her own, making total strangers meet-up with my nakedness without asking anyone about it & just being so forward as to 'govern' each of these type of situations.
So, after a discussion with my wife at lunchtime, I asked Tricia to come around to our home, we got dressed before she arrived. When she came in (yes she just came in!) she gasped "Oh what's happened you have your clothes on?" We sat her down and then proceeded to calmly but definitely tell her a few things like, we would appreciate it more if she waited at the door to be met before coming into our home, secondly she ought to not make use of anything including coffee in our home unless we asked her to do that. Thirdly we said that whilst it is great that our naturist lifestyle is acknowledged by her and others we ourselves must decide who see's us nude at our front door which is directly onto the main street.
Oddly Tricia didn't respond. She just stood up and walked out of our home. Now we are unsure what that reaction means & how she now regards us. Would you have done anything another way?