The morning was sunny, but not warm.
I packed up my camp and set off with three layers on for warmth. Went through the second tunnel (480 metres)
It continued cloudy and not warm.
As I walked southwards the sun came out sometimes which really warmed the place up, but a breeze also started which cooled it down. Several times I was considering stripping off but didn't because of the breeze or I saw people approaching or…
At last, not far from Brixworth, I stopped and stripped off completely.
I then continued south. Sometimes I had to speed up to keep warm.
I met/passed cyclists and horse riders and walkers.
After an hour and a quarter I was spoken to by a cyclist who said a lady who had run past me (pushing a pushchair) had been distressed.
He then said something like 'we have to face up to what happens to us' which I took to be a threat that he'd call the police.
Once again discouraging.
I put on some clothes (mind you, it was getting rather chilly be then)
Luckily, I encountered no coppers.
Finally got to the train station (it was not well sign-posted at all!) about five and a half hours after I set off.
Reflections:
Was the lady who ran past me distressed, or did the cyclist assume that she was because she was running? (She was dressed in lycra etc, she was out for a run)
I'm afraid that this country has a long way to go – many people here seem to confuse nudity with sexual intent.
And then there are the busy-bodies who seem to think that they have to stifle self-expression.
Oh dear, oh dear oh dear 🙁
