I don’t know how it is in your part of the world, but the weather forecast in England is very London-centric (or more accurately, London and the south east of England).
We’ve heard on today’s news that a garden party hosted by the Queen yesterday was a damp affair and that ‘the weather was dreadful’.
This just in: the weather in my part of the world is warm and sunny, not a hint of a cloud, and looking at the map, our UK neighbours in Scotland and Northern Ireland are equally suffering under cloudless skies and high temperatures.
I’ve just come in from a couple of naked hours in our garden to make a pot of tea, and will be returning there imminently until the sun drops behind the trees (and maybe not even then!).
It would be nice if, sometimes, the broadcasters and Met Office remembered that the UK doesn’t end where the M1 north begins.
Abigail wrote about Naked Hiking on the SL Naturist pages earlier this year. Being lucky enough to have quite a lot of hill climbing opportunities near me, it’s something we do all year around, as a hobby, and it was something I was doing yesterday in the hills during our first proper spell of summer weather this year (and coinciding with a weekend! Wow!)
We actually take walking or hiking holidays and being aficionados of France, and its naturist terrain, nude hill walking is something we’ve done before and will do again.
Not much opportunity to go nude yesterday in real life (although I managed to be briefly ‘topless’ at the summit of our walk, in a bit of a change of clothes).
I’m happy to say that the good weather has continued today, so it’s time for the garden, for a bit of naturism, and naturist barbecuing, but I’ve just nipped indoors to post this while my significant other fans the flames. Must dash back outside, as we’ve no way of knowing when we’ll get another magnificent spell of weather like this. I might catch you all later, after sunset.
Dare you go commando?
For those who don’t know, it’s the act of not wearing panties under your outer garments.
And it seems that it’s growing in popularity for health reasons.
Of course, stories like this emerge on a regular basis, but there’s certainly something in it, in allowing your bits to breathe properly.
I do know of ladies who’ve suffered from vaginal thrush, on and off, for years, and for whom a period of elongated knickerless-ness, such as a naturist holiday, is the first thing that will kill it off.
There are many health benefits from naturism, and going commando is certainly one way to experience the benefits that a lack of clothes can provide.
Yes! I knew I owned the same wellies as worn by Pookes in a previous post.
Spurred on by what appears to be a rich vein of gifts at the Vintage Gacha Fair, I headed over there myself and grabbed some goodies.
What doesn’t appear to have been picked up by others is a rather delightful lettuce patch.
So I grabbed my pink wellies from underneath the inventory stairs, and got weeding!
The pose is part of the gift.
I’m particularly excited, as there have been some behind-the-scenes developments this week, with Howie bequeathing Trine and I a considerable amount of linden dollars! 🙂
What it means is that his home will be ours for the remainder of this year, at least, and what we want to do is re-develop the land that embraces a wider, more holistic naturism.
It’s not World Naked Gardening Day today by accident. The need to be in nature, on the land, is strong in naturism, and it’s an aspect of naturism that’s overlooked in SL naturism. Trine and I are agreed it’s a theme we’d like to develop over the coming months. In fact, Trine reminds me that Howie alluded to this in a post a number of weeks back on SLN.
Our aim is to redevelop Howie’s current parcel to reflect naturists enthusiasm for being in the garden, growing things. We’ll give you more information on this as time progresses.
Thanks to Pookes for reminding me that today, the first Saturday in May, is World Naked Gardening Day. I knew there was a reason why we worked/work so well together at SLN and now SLFKK!
The bucket and spade set shown in both photos are also from the Vintage Gacha Fair I referenced in the ‘Toga Party’ post earlier.
Looking at the pics, I’m reminded that I, too, own a similar pair of wellies! If memory serves, they used to be a free gift at what was Fab Free Headquarters.
Clearly my more irregular forays into SL mean that I’m not quite on top of naturist events as I once was, but I hope that between us all we’ll be able to keep you abreast of RL, as well as SL, naturist events.
Hedonism, in Jamaica, is possibly a western hemisphere equivalent to Cap D’Agde. Billing itself as somewhere ‘to be wicked for a week’, that tagline immediately makes me think that there is an element of libertarianism or swinging involved rather than simple, genuine naturism.
I’m certain that, like Agde, there are people who visit it and do nothing other than indulge in genuine, wholesome naturism, but there does seem to be an edge to it that would set it beyond the boundaries I’d set for naturism myself.
Evidence of fairly typical naturist activity at Hedonism
The resort seems to hold a toga party, presumably on a weekly basis, and encourages some risqué outfits (although quite how we quantify being risqué, in the context of naked bodies, in a naturist resort, is anyone’s guess).
There’s a Vintage Gacha Event going on in SL right now, with each Gacha provider adding a free gift. At the Independent Objects Gacha you can pick up free togas for him and her.
If you wish to host a toga party at your naturist beach, or simply indulge in some Ancient Roman role-play, now’s your chance!
I don’t know what it’s like in your part of the world, but here in the UK early May signifies bluebell time.
Our friend Pookes has been out and around in Second Life and discovered a beautiful, photogenic sim called ‘The Mill’ where the bluebells are just as magnificent as they are in my local wood right now.
Mention of bluebells reminds me of ‘The Bluebell Girls’, a dance troupe who performed at the Folies Bergere in Paris during the war. Led by the Irish born Margaret Kelly, who was ‘Miss Bluebell’, the troupe were famous for often dancing topless. Fairly humdrum in today’s day and age, but probably risqué enough in World War 2.
I’ve not got the time, until the weekend, to explore and see if there is any SL equivalent of the Folies Bergere, but let’s examine that, shall we, and see if we can undertake our first ‘SL replicates RL’ posting on SL-FKK?