Despite my professing that naturism isn't about looks etc, I have been reluctant to take and post pictures of older people, like Maja and I. We are retired now and have both gained some weight, but I have to bite the bullet and take some more pictures or a large part of our lives will be missing, so look forward to them soon.
In the mean time I have been writing a book about our naturism from the beginning, but it isn't enough to publish as a book. So I intend to publish it here in instalments, please let me know in the comments what you think.
Memories of a Naturist
Part one - First Faltering Steps
I grew up on a Council Estate in
Leicester, not the most prepossessing place for anyone with naturist
tendencies, but it did have one saving grace. We lived on the edge of the city,
beyond it was the open countryside of the city farms leading to the small
village of Anstey, birth place of Ned Ludd, of Luddite fame.
Around and beyond
Anstey was open countryside and eventually Bradgate Park, the ancestral home of
Lady Jane Grey. The grounds, now a deer park, of which had been brought by a
local businessman and donated to the people of Leicester for their enjoyment.
Mostly it was
open land but there were patches of woodland, sometimes quite dense most of
these areas were in use by the local kids to make dens and play war games or
cowboys and indians.
But further away
from the estate there were areas that were less frequented. One in particular
was close to the farmhouse, only separated from it by a paddock, and far enough
from the estate not to be disturbed.
When I first
realised the potential of the area I was very nervous, I would go and sit there
for ages, waiting to see if anyone came, but no-one ever did, no-one was living
at the farm house – it was only used as an office, and so I decided to try
going nude. I would only strip for a few minutes at a time, all the time
worried that someone would catch me. But the times got longer and eventually I
would to go there and spend hours without clothes, as often as I could.
Once when I was
walking through the trees I came to a slightly thinner patch of woodland with a
clear view of the paddock where two teenage girls were riding horses around
some low jumps – I fled, pulling on my clothes as I ran, certain that someone
would be after me.
But nothing
happened, I breathed a sigh of relief, if either of the girls had seen me they
cant have said anything. It was a long time before I ventured back there and
eventually I decided that I hadn’t been spotted, no-one came to disturb my
secret place. But I made up my mind to be more careful in future and steer
clear of the thinner area of woodland. Also before stripping off I would check
that the paddock was empty.
I would have
loved to have shared my nudity, but I wasn’t going to risk being caught by
someone who didn’t want to understand the joy of being nude in the open air.
My visits to
this, secret place, lasted from around the time of puberty, until I got my own
transport and was able to travel to better places, further a field.
Despite my
hormones running wild at puberty there was never anything sexual about these
sessions, which surprised me. Even the two teenage riders hadn’t caused any
sexual reaction - I was probably too scared.
I didn’t know what naturism was
then and sometimes worried that there was something wrong with me. But I
enjoyed the freedom and the feeling of the wind and sometimes rain on my skin,
I couldn’t see how something so liberating could be wrong.
To be continued
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