I stumbled across a dance production in Argentina, wherein the entire cast get naked for an elongated period of time towards the end of the show. Not naturist, of course, but I think exposure to artiistic nudity somethimes does play a role in people embracing their own body acceptance.
If the temperature isn’t crawling up to the low teens, it’s raining here in the UK. Constantly!
Summer is nowhere to be seen. It’s miserable!
Music festivals washed out. Many outdoor events cancelled. And no sign of summer on the horizon. Susan, out here in her Wellington boots, pretty much sums up the weather in the UK right now. At least some naturists are embracing their moment out in the downpours!
The smell of freshly ground coffee rises up in the morning, and once she gets the croissants warmed up….mmmmm….not much work done before 11!
When I started this blog I reported my own initiation into naturism, a summer waitressing at Cap D’Adge in France. The owner’s mantra was ‘when dealing with food, not in the nude’, so we had to be dressed under blazing sun all day long. We once made a request to at least go topless, but the owner refused (on safety grounds and hygiene grounds). With barely a break from 8am to 8pm, the sweat rolled off us, and we took to bringing and changing into a fresh T shirt half way through the day.
It looks like Julie adopts a similar, but slightly more relaxed, dress code. If you’re anywhere near Eden Kittiwake, tie up your boat and grab some coffee in the company of the lovely Julie (and the rest of us working upstairs all have barista experience at some time in our past, if she’s not there 😉 )
I hope to do a round up of places where naked dining is now possible, some time in the future.
Yes, we’re upstairs at a building on the Eden Kittiwake sim, and not only that, there’s a cafe downstairs which means we can retire the now ancient SLN coffee machine and simply nip downstairs for a coffee.
And in fact that’s what Susie and I are doing in the photo above. Although I’m not sure we should need to be availing of too many of their delicious buns, otherwise we won’t even be capable of making the stairs!
In celebration, I assembled the staff in the office and here you can see…a stranger 😉 , Pookes, myself and Susie (from L-R) in the process of filling our bookshelves with naturist textbooks, and getting down to work.
My next post will properly introduce that ‘stranger’ to you 🙂 with another development for SLN!
In the meantime, thank you, Brenda, for being a wonderful and loyal friend to SLN!
It’s WNBR (World Naked Bike Ride) season here in the UK. London yesterday, Brighton today.
And just to remind you Pookes is riding in the Brighton one today, the second time she’s taken part in the WNBR.
We’ll be scouring the photos from the event later to see if we can spot our intrepid co-editor. Good luck Pookes!
We left the children with Gran on Friday afternoon, and drove for about an hour away from our house, pitched a tent, lit a fire, baked potatoes, drank a little wine. Oh, and danced around the fire. Naked. By only the light of our fire.
I don’t know why, but we’ve never camped before in such spartan conditions, and never had the nerve to take our clothes off in what was essentially public woodland.
It felt a little bit ‘dangerous’, to tell the truth, but we soon warmed up to the idea of being a little bit ‘out there’. 🙂
Yes, it rained, but no, we didn’t get wet, as we’d pitched the tent under some conifers, which meant that even when the showers got heavier we remained dry and cosy. It was magical sitting there watching the rain pass us by. We shall certainly do it again!
And now it’s time to get caught up with all SLN related matters 🙂