Patrick Thompson

The opportunity to lay back and relax, soak up the heat of the sun with just a gentle cooling breeze, just cannot be missed. We just experienced temperatures of 28 centigrade here on the eastern edge of Yorkshire, England. A very, very rare occasion without doubt. Three adults who really should have had more sense, busied their brains trying to suggest things we could all do, to ‘enjoy’ this fabulous public holiday time. Each idea they came up with had merits, no doubt. An open topped bus tour around this genuinely historically captivating city ( Kingston-Upon-Hull, check it out? ) was for a moment considered, a very brief moment !

Then I glanced at my cuddly naked wife happily snoozing, I let my eyes travel over my white (but getting red !) flabby reclining body, recalling all the years of toil and poorly paid labour, all the medical trials and operations that have scarred this loved mound of humanity, then as I settled even more comfortably in position to absorb much UV rays, I decided this is where we need to be ! Let those with energy and sweaty clothes on, go off seeking any other pleasures they need ! We have simple needs… when the sun beams down !

We like having friends, family & neighbours who enjoy visiting our home. We both have limited mobility & at the very first part of each day we struggle more with pain too. Our cousin Kerry & her partner Alison came to stay for 7 nights and were enthusiastic to visit us & this city. We spoke to Kerry on the phone many times in recent months & although she has lived 250 miles away we have talked extensively & skyped hundreds of times. She did like the idea of so much ‘freedom’ and that bringing Alison along wasn’t a problem in any way.

On the first morning of their stay I was (as usual) out of my bed by 4:45am although my wife often gets up around 7:30. As always I moved with pain & difficulty to the bathroom, it takes quite a while to shave, wash & clean my teeth. Just around 5:15 I was just ready to leave the bathroom when in came Alison, naked & quite merrily singing away, with just a nod in my direction she immediately sat on the toilet and began urinating! I moved as quickly as  I could out of there and went to the kitchen, there I found Kerry equally naked & happily singing as she prepared 2 bowls of cereals. I said “good morning” between her bursts of song and tried to get at my various pills & medicines. Kerry went off to the back porch and put on the tv, soon to be joined by Alison. I tried to keep calm and polite, I simply said to our very loud visitors, ” Will you please turn off the tv and be a little quieter please, it is only 5: 25am and we don’t disturb anyone least of all Rosemarie {my wife}. A silence came as the tv stopped. Two stunned women looked back then after a minute or two Kerry spoke. “We’re sorry but we thought you & Rosemarie were both very liberated & relaxed, we feel great being able to get up and ‘get-into’ the day without clothes or restriction?” I answered calmly, ” By all means be liberated, what ever that is, be naked 24/7 if you are happier that way, but please before 8:00am just respect our choice of quietness, respect our neighbours early morning & then just enjoy your day!”

After that we all got along fine, we enjoyed their visit, they really made the best of it, and on Saturday after they dressed to leave at 9:30am  Kerry hugged us both & offered us a week at their home. With a cheeky smile she said ” We like singing & happy early mornings though !”

Once again on Friday I had to go for a check-up with my hospital consultant. The only small problem I had was that being in a particularly ‘ bad pain’ time I decided to take my wheelchair with me & I asked my niece Lisa to come along too. After much experience Lisa knows just how I might need help when my mobility is really restricted. All went well as far as getting to the clinic and finding the right area was concerned, although I must say that a few “naughty words” fell from my mouth as I almost fell into my wheelchair at a very restrictive parking zone.  As we chatted to the secretary we told her that Lisa would be assisting me and that she would remain with me throughout the whole consultation and of course through to us leaving later.

Quite oblivious to our conversation the secretary said, ” If you go through to the consultants waiting area a nurse will come to help you undress.”  Both Lisa and myself were momentarily stunned, then  I repeated “Lisa is here to assist me throughout the entire thing this afternoon, I don’t need a nurse to help me.”  The secretary stepped between Lisa and myself and quietly said ” You will be required to take all of your clothing off– everything– and put on a gown so Mr Drummond can examine you completely”.  I stayed calm although I could feel inside I was starting to be agitated. So I said calmly and directly ” I completely understand what is involved with this entire consultation, my niece Lisa and no one else, will help me through everything right up to us getting back into her car. She will assist me getting undressed, putting the gown on, staying with me while Mr Drummond examines me and talks with me, she will then help me get dressed again and leave the area.”

I  saw her face change several times, but her look of stunned silence was possibly the best.

I rarely attend birthday parties for anyone under 18 unless its very close family, or unless its a better alternative than the constant earache I would get for not going from my wife. Even in my mid 60’s I still back down just to avoid weeks of hassle from her. However, when a good friends son had his 16th birthday last November 20th, he had  just had a kidney transplant after 2 long years on machines and hours laid in hospital. Because his condition deteriorated quite quickly last summer, he ( & the family) missed out on a trip to Cap D’Agde and a visit from his older sister who also lives in France.

We arrived late afternoon at the club house of an ‘out-of-season’ naturist club. Although we had been assured the heating would be 100% working 2hrs prior to our arrival, there was a distinct ‘chill’ in the air.  As I had just overcome an illness myself I was back in my wheelchair and the extra cover of a ‘Lap-Rug’ brought a bit of warmth to my legs at least. In a couple of hours the place had filled up, it had began to get quite warm and several people had already put there clothing away in a very warm changing area. When Barry arrived he was truly stunned to see so many at his party and about 75% were naked too. We were later told there were three couples there who were textile and never accepted any form of naturism !  Barry was certainly in great excitement and overjoyed with each person he recognised again after 2 years away.  The party really got musically ‘rocking’ and both of us had got naked too. Then came a magical time, we all sang happy birthday to Barry, then as he turned to hug his dad & mum he suddenly saw his older sister there all the way from France, tall tanned and naked she ran and gave him the biggest hug ever !  Happy Birthday Barry !

New Years Eve 1988, the temperatures were well down into the ‘minus’ numbers, snow & ice lay several inches deep, around the club grounds every living creature had found a ‘warm’ haven. Inside the clubhouse more than 40 people were warm, naked and merrily soaked in many various alcoholic beverages. Along with a very attractive black haired slender female, I  stood outside the clubhouse, naked, very cold and waiting for the count down to usher in another year. In those long, long minutes Linda and I became really cold, our well tanned and well ‘uncovered’ flesh began to visibly shake. Although we really didn’t know each other that well it soon became essential that we should ‘cuddle-together’ to share and increase body heat. Locked in a tight combination we were soon pleased to hear the “Auld Lang Syne” melody bouncing around the drunken mass inside. We had found a ‘recess or alcove’ where we could perhaps get this warmth bonding more effective. Then came the inevitable countdown to the new year, Linda & myself shuffled in our locked naked cuddle towards the door, as the last 3 seconds went down we peeled ourselves apart, as the door came open, in that exact second, a crowded room saw us step apart and Linda looking downwards gasping at my erection ! !  Somehow the very loud ‘cheering’ seemed to be ‘insignificant’ as many more pairs of eyes were transfixed on that doorway scene, not helped by one drunken person yelling “Have you let her new year in?”.

As we step carefully into February the cold night temperatures often fall below -2c in the city & -5c in country area’s. Strangely we have thought about night time outdoor naked times, but the only reason nude activity is being considered is that some new friends have installed a huge (very huge) hot tub, they are planning to have a big ‘opening’ party on 10th February that will be a  ‘nude only’ event.

My loving wife has volunteered to take me and our friends from a few doors away. The only reason I am just a little hesitant is the possibility that lots of wine & lager will be consumed! I don’t doubt the intentions of the ‘party-goers’ at all, but for many years we have avoided ‘parties’ or ‘celebrations’ because the whole alcohol fed atmosphere of loudness and blasting music and the probable laughter-filled ‘fooling around’. I don’t fear any inappropriate  sexual behaviour at all.  The cold night air, the party popping antics, the hot-tub haze… would my aching body appreciate it? … I think not!

Would you and your ‘other-half’ go out nude in such cold temps for a ‘tub party’ ?

I’m not really sure what think about 2018 so far, there has been more emotional stress in these first weeks for my darling wife. She has also been the victim of a physical assault. At 4 feet 8 inches she hasn’t the stature or strength to fend off an assault. She has several medical issues to cope with along with a usually ‘timid’ nature.
After the assault and during the police investigation, I suffered a fall and dislocated two fingers ! Our fabulous niece has suddenly become unemployed, now she discovers her car has been vandalised and had graffiti painted onto its roof, ” naked bitch is here free!”
So maybe the next months will change our ‘luck’ around? Maybe the cops can detain a phsyco bully, maybe a job and a repaired car will appear for Lisa? My fingers will heal but I still need daily personal help.
So come on 2018…. give us reasons to be happy, give us some sunny days so I can get my loving family to the coast and wide open freedom.
Have you had a good start to a year ?

Christmas & New Year events are obviously happy times to enjoy, not always! We decided to just have a small, cosy  group of people in our home to celebrate with us. We had near family people, we had neighbours from both sides of us, we made it really clear that it would be ‘clothes optional’ too.

Christmas event, the afternoon party went well, everyone joined in with the festive mood, some clothed, some naked, everyone happy until one neighbour brought along her ex-con sister! No sooner had she arrived did she start drinking large glasses of vodka, (which Lisa [our niece] had brought for her own use) then she loudly and with vulgar words began explaining what she thought about nudity, old people naked & women who sat there with just panties on (Lisa, for her ‘condition’). Of course we eventually got this crude vulgar drunk and the neighbour evicted, but that whole thing was spoilt and the atmosphere ruined.

New year eve, a similar group of people in same happy attire (or lack of!) and because of our generous forgiving nature we invited both neighbours again but insisted that no other person should be brought along! We enjoyed the early evening and we were almost 100% naked except each neighbour, which was fine because they were happy too! Then my wife took out to our patio a bag of empty cans & 2 bottles, suddenly a hand grabbed her neck from behind! an aggressive female voice said ” I’m reporting you to the police tomorrow, you organise lewd nude parties!” My wife was propelled towards the doorway and the same woman from the Christmas event went back through a neighbours gateway! My wife came back in crying, visibly shaking and there were clear red marks to her neck & throat!

That party ended right there! the police were phoned instantly but. . . because for them it was an exceptional busy night, we were just given a “crime log number” and we’re told an ‘investigation may be held.?. Two weeks later all we’ve had from the police is 3 phone calls saying ” An officer has been assigned and investigations will begin?”. We used to have a lot of pride & respect for our british police, now that is very tarnished.

Do you think my description of both events has had an effect on the police? have the words ‘naked people’ influenced police action ( or lack of?). You decide ?

Living in a 'clothes-free' home was about as natural as it can be, there was no pressure at all to put clothes on or to take them off. It was usually more comfortable to get rid of outdoor clothes once indoors! depending on the levels of heating and comfort generally it was quite usual to take off more clothes until we felt more relaxed and comfortable. So even though, right through our school years, it was 'normal' to come home and see mother & my older sister naked, it became less of a problem telling our school friends about our home/style living. We lived in the same close area for the first 15 years, every neighbour, friend and shop owner for miles around knew of us. Yes there were some of our school friends who were told strictly by their parents "Do NOT go into their home or ever look at them with nothing on!". Amazingly those kids were always the 'odd ones' who had to go straight home after school or play in a different place to us and our closer friends. For at least 4 years in our first school my younger sister and myself began to wonder if we had some kind of disease or ailment that some people might get from us. Our closer pals didn't make such a big deal out of coming home with us, except maybe one lad when I was around 10 years old, he sat doing some school work in our house when he said to our older sister, "Now you have tits please don't lean over my shoulder, I can't do my writing with one of them on me!" It was just a casual remark then but years later he became her husband!

More follows later

I have realised for many years how much love, happiness and kindness has come my way, maybe its fortunate that a majority of life events happen by chance. We can pre plan some things, we can take advantages when we spot a 'lucky-break'. I maybe didn't take all the right paths but that could have been through mistaken info, it could simply be that an alternative offered better prospects at that moment. One of my luckiest breaks was of course being born to very loving naturist parents. Although back in 1951 they had never used or understood the words like 'naturist' 'nudist' or even 'textile' (not in the context that we all use now!). Seeing my parents naked or partially clothed wasn't anything I would have thought about throughout my early years. I was aware of love & kindness which I suppose then became happiness. My sister 'appeared' some 18 months after me and just seemed to make the 'happiness' stuff more abundant. I did of course soon spot the difference between her and me! (she hadn't been given a willy!)
The early years will become more documented in later blogs, if you should ask for them?
I put my theme of this one as "Better or Worse" because apart from in wedding vows we often take life's options for better or worse without truly trying to force a trend one way or the other. Yes we may choose one job before another, we may choose a house or area to live, or maybe even when & who to marry, what we can't do is know what was the best choice until after the event. (often way after!). I have known most of my happiest, love filled and kindest of times with naturists, or as my late parents would have said "ordinary sensible people with no muck between their ears!".
Through my life, my relationships & my marriage not many happy events were clothed or 'textile'. Not that anyone objected to my family life or my social life being 90% nude, because they always had 2 choices, keep your pants on or take 'em off! The ones who walked away missed so much happiness, kindness and love.
More will follow, but for now stay happy, be kind and be naked.

When random conversations crop up it can be both funny & informative. My wife and I joined a local 'Community Centre Group' mainly to give some time to people in a 'cared-for' residential setting. People who have many various social dysfunctions and/or physical disabilities which make interactions difficult. We sat chatting with a few 'teen-age' people with severe learning problems along with 3 care staff. One young woman got quite chatty and wanted to tell us about her family days out, she became quite excited at having some "nice new old people to talk to!"?? She began to elaborate her story with big & wide expressive arm gestures to say how huge the coach was, to say how many 'lots' of people were on it!
After a lot of laughs and excitable interruptions from others of her group, we got to a point of her story where the people got off the bus to go looking for wild flowers & plants, running in different directions to be first to a stream or to woods. Apparently this young woman and two others ran into the stream up to their knees! the 'mummy person' yelled "Don't get wet clothes, you can't travel wet through!" again wide flailing arms described the incidents.
Then with the same gusto she gasped "So we run to the other side of the water and took all our clothes off!" Gasps stopped her expansive story, the care staff looked stunned, the story telling girl became aware of the amazed silence, she then quietly explained with a look of seriousness and 'adult' tones, "We did! we were on the other side and so we didn't wet our clothes, Jenny Me & Danny took all our clothes off and put them together near the tree. The other people seem angry at us? but we just went into the water and waded down towards a bridge!"
At the end of her very long and hilarious story the clothes were retrieved, the 3 teens were dressed again in dry clothes and around 24 people laughed and cheered all the way home. The threesome couldn't be reprimanded (apparently?) because the just 'did not get those clothes wet'!
Their innocence was basic, funny in a way, but it made us ponder, where could that kind of outlook lead them? Would there always be a 'carer' to safeguard them in future years?

In the past 2 or 3 weeks I have had more & more days of constant pain. I have a daily dose of 17 tablets plus a morphine patch. Thankfully I have an excellent support system set up, thankfully I am also blessed with a wife that II love beyond worthy description, a few really close family people also figure immensely in my daily life. So the increase of pain & discomfort I have known is no real burden, it can however affect how I deal some aspects of each day and (at times) I can be what my wife says I am "a grumpy old man"!
I don't wear that label with honour but I do accept that its a perfect fit some days. So my recent encounter with a very temporary carer was to some extent my error but I refuse to be spoken to as she did & I will not have my wife, my lifestyle & my home insulted in one short visit. I have detailed the episode elsewhere so I won't go through it again, but all I will say is: Take me as I am, what you see is what you get, if you don't like what you see, please FUCK OFF!

This short story is about my niece Lisa & a recent incident of her son being 'laughed at'. Lisa is now with heer new male partner, he has adopted a naturist lifestyle too, having known Lisa for 5 years.
One morning a month ago Lisa fell and banged her head getting out of the shower, she wasn't hurt too bad but she did feel sick & dizzy. Her son (who's name I'm asked to withhold) realised his mum needed checking over. Luckily a near neighbour is a male nurse at a large hospital. As her partner was away working Lisa asked her son to ring and ask Terry to pop over. When he arrived Lisa was very unsteady and sat still naked on her bed. The son (also still naked) took Terry to his mum, unfortunately Terry's 12 year old daughter was also there, the son hurried her into the front patio seat and left her there.
Days later when Lisa was fully recovered, her boy told her many of the local teenagers are laughing at him for being naked when Terry & 'Nikki' were at the house.
QUESTION:: How would you deal with this situation if you were Lisa?

I'll finish this true story for you soon. . .

I felt a mixture of anger and sorrow. Why was all of this happening at such a lovely calm time of my life?
I decided to go to the woodland clearing to lay on the hammock, a peaceful oasis, a place where I could 're-balance' my thoughts and maybe not even think about HER. I did doze in that comfortable zone for well past an hour. I took a stroll back towards the pavilion and stopped at the car park area, her car was gone! I again felt confused, in a way I felt happy that she had gone, but perhaps sad that this entire episode was happening. Later as I packed my things ready to leave I saw a letter had been placed almost completely under the managers door. It could only have been left by Angela.
Three uneventful days later I went once more to the sauna, the usual mix of friends were there plus some visiting people from another club. We all enjoyed our session in the sauna, it was busy and spaces were rare, I always managed though to get a seat. One time I sat next to Linda the club secretary, she seemed eager to speak to me and in a quiet voice she said, "We have a letter from 'Angela' that partially refers to you, it told us that she and her family were leaving the club & the area. She just said that things weren't going well for her so she was returning to be near her parents. She just said also 'Tell Patrick that in a while I will return just to see him, he knows what I want'"
Linda looked at me awhile waiting for a reply, my brain was confused and annoyed again. Some while later we all got dressed to leave, then Linda came to me and said "I don't want to impose on you, but since we talked in the sauna you haven't really been 'with us' have you, you're lost in deep thoughts and sort of entranced?" I smiled and thanked her for her concerns. As I left I knew I hadn't seen or heard the last of Angela, or had I?
Several months later I was to attend an anniversary party at the club pavilion. It was a cold November afternoon and I got a lift to the club with two friends, we arrived just before 2pm and the cold air hit as we stepped from the car, another friend came over and took me aside, he said "I know the timing isn't great but I do need to tell you something right away, your friend Angela has died, she was found unconscious and apparently she had gotten way too drunk and taken some pills." I sank to my knees and was stunned, two or three men lifted me, I remember asking, "She's died on booze & pills?" Someone somewhere replied "YES, Angela is gone!"

Although the club grounds covered 26 acres and consisted of mainly natural woodlands with some small clearings, it began to be almost impossible to avoid Angela. One Wednesday afternoon I got myself stretched out on the lawned area of a seemingly disserted club, as afternoon sun lulled me into a very pleasant dreamy haze my mind wandered off in happy thoughts. After around about 2 hours I began to feel the suns powers fading, opening one eye I expected to see a cloud had partially covered the sun. Not only was I not looking up at clouds I was looking straight up between the legs of Angela! Though I can accept that many men would delight in that sort of view, I instantly felt angry that it was her again. Up on my feet I was about to let rip with a torrent of very strong words, then I saw 3 young children, 2 girl twins & a slightly older boy. My words had stopped in my throat, then Angela spoke, " These are my little ones, they are here to meet you & get to know you." Her voice seemed to be in some kind of 'excited mode'. All of the children were unclothed and quite calm about being ushered towards me. I knew right then that I must take strong evasive actions and sort out this crazy situation. Calmly I told Angela, "Please put your children into that play area, I need to speak to you quite strongly." She looked shocked, after briefly hesitating she got the small ones suitably occupied with toys & other playthings. I sat her on the pavilion steps and I stood behind the thick wooden posts of the handrail.
I had to be blunt & direct, she sat posed looking up to me and calmly brushing her hands around her inner thighs. I turned my eyes to look directly at hers. With breath drawn I began to speak in steady & firm tone, for once her smile vanished. "I don't want to know your motive nor your ultimate ambition. ." she was about to interrupt but I raised the palm of my hand to stop her, I continued as my anger again surfaced. ". . but it stops here & now. For more times than is reasonable you keep appearing in almost every one of my days. Fortunately not always naked thankfully because even you have some sense of decency!" It was clear my words were hitting home, she closed her legs together and folded her arms across her ample breasts. I spoke again but looked away because somehow her new modesty was likely to put out my vitriolic mood. . " You seem to think that by flashing your breasts into my face and putting your vagina right to my eyes, you can somehow seduce me and fulfil some devious plan. ." I paused to gain breath and to next go for the vocal impact. ." whatever your plan is I'm telling you very clearly. . no fucking way are you getting me, either into your life or your pouting cunt!"
Suddenly she burst into tears and ran towards her children, at the doorway she stopped and speaking between heavy sobs she gasped . . "You really don't know me. . .I want you. . I am having you!"

In the course of a few months it seemed to become almost impossible to avoid Angela. She joined the club that was a member of. I sat one afternoon chatting to a married couple who had just introduced their 16 year old daughter to the club. They were explaining that although 'Karen' was comfortable with nudity in their home, entering a club of more than 250 members was being an ordeal. As we chatted we tried to just gently bring Karen outside and into a conversation. Tentatively she came to us, her juvenile whiteness was almost symbolic of her purity. Our afternoon was passing well and Karen relaxed even when we were joined by four others (two couples)and a boisterous 3 year old boy. There suddenly I saw Angela standing watching our group, she smiled as I looked at her, then she moved directly into our group, my friends initially looked puzzled, then to my amazement she told them "Patrick should have introduced me, I am Angela a very close friend." Now I was stunned! this strange but beautiful woman who I didn't really know at all was calling me 'a very close friend'?
I went into the pavilion and saw that Karen had put shorts on but no top, she was hesitating about walking towards the bar. Mainly because there were only 3 naked young lads at the bar (all around 20 to 24) and also because she felt awkward as a 16 year old going to the bar for a drink for her mother. I went to her and told her to take a seat and I would get the drink. Just as I moved around a small group of people and turned towards the bar there she was again, the white woman, Angela and she had a drink in her hand, she smiled and spoke almost directly into my ear, "This is your friends drink, I will be here for you, just waiting, eventually I get what I want!"

Sitting in the 'cooling area' with only the immaculate 'white woman' I felt strangely uncomfortable while she was completely relaxed? I couldn't figure why (with a lifetime of nakedness behind me) this quiet beautiful woman had unnerved me. Just once she lifted her head and smiled at me, her eyes were amazingly blue & sparkling, she patted the wooden slatted seat next to her and said "I'm Angela, I want you to sit with me please". For a moment that seemed to last I hesitated, then I spoke "You look amazing and as white as virgin snow, I'll stay right here opposite you so that we look directly at each other." Suddenly she stood up and leant her face in towards mine and said calmly "I know what I want and I do get it." then she turned and strode out through the curtained doorway.
When my friends Judy, Gail, Tony & Ken came in I must have been sat in a trance like state, Judy asked "What has happened to you, you look as if you're miles away from here in your head?" She walked around and sat near me, Gail & Ken sat opposite and Tony sat with Judy. Tony nudged me and glanced at my groins to my shock I saw I had an erection! The quietness that followed was good although I knew that some eyes were trying to avoid looking at my slowly relaxing penis. My mind was racing back to when I was with 'Angela' and her amazing blue eyed smile, just when & why did my manhood suddenly stand to attention? Why oh why had I not realised, what had happened in that brief moment to cause such a reaction?
Later while we were all getting dressed ready to leave I noticed that 'Angela' had already gone. As I picked up 'pass card' from the desk I saw a folded paper attached. I opened it and read "Eventually, I get what I want". I felt so strange, confused, uncomfortable, pleased but suspicious. Who is 'Angela' and why could I again feel my groin reacting?
I'll tell you how it evolved, another time. . . .

When I went to a naturist swim/sauna way back in the early 1980's I was trying out a completely new experience. What I didn't know was that although the majority of people there were friends of mine, there was a woman there who was to have a big impact on my life. The usual routine was (apparently) to have around 1 hour of sauna & then 45 mins in the pool. As I joined a few friends in the sauna I seemed to have my attentions drawn to a lone female. Two things got my immediate gaze, firstly her skin tone (compared to everyone else) was milky white! secondly she was so beautifully timid & seemingly very alone. She wasn't trying to hide any part of herself, in fact she calmly sat legs open and arms loosely by her side. Her face however was turned downwards and she didn't join in conversations or laughter. Although I later tried to get her into a chat with just 2 other women plus myself all we could get from her was that this was her very first ever naked social event and she wasn't 'into conversations at anytime'?
Find out later in my next blog, who was this milky white novice and how did she have a major impact on my life at that time.

In our home there isn't too much clothing to be seen, either on ourselves or carelessly abandoned on some furniture or floor. If some random textile visitor is in our home they firstly have to overcome the nudity then possibly they may discover some item of discarded underwear etc. A few days ago (after a phone call which explained our lifestyle & nakedness) a woman aged around 30'ish and a man aged maybe 20? came to talk to us about the suitability (or otherwise) of our new home. The woman soon appeared to be at ease with myself, my wife and my niece all being naked, although we noticed her eyes had fleetingly surveyed all parts of our anatomy that could have been less visible. The younger & more uncertain male was very certainly trying not to look at breasts & genitalia that came before him. My niece who (at 36) moves around usually quite quickly, and had only arrived here just a few minutes before our guests, seemed to be looking for something as she poured coffee. The man found his eye's were drawn (almost magnetically?) to Lisa's breasts. After a session of questions and suggestions the visitors were almost ready to leave, we gathered up various documents that had somehow littered the coffee table and the floor, whilst reaching down to pick up a stray A4 sheet the woman laughingly said "I think I have seen what you may have lost Lisa!" she pointed towards the back of our recliner chair and on the floor, " your knickers & bra maybe? "
The laughs were joyous around the room as Lisa retrieved her underwear, the young man's face was once more crimson in colouration, he was making haste towards the door. Lisa stepped forwards to escort them to the front door and the man still nervously looked directly at Lisa's bottom and for the first time he smiled and said "Usually I see young females in tight fitting jeans and I can maybe see the outline of panties, now I see clearly what is usually hidden & the knickers are in her hands!" As they had left we three felt happy & relieved that it all went well. Lisa noted with laughs that in the original phone call to arrange this meeting, when our nudity was mentioned, the caller said that a male would need to come along as an escort? What for? He would probably have been little use in any 'difficult or awkward' situations arising.

It's almost considered a joke situation now (by regular contributors on the Naktiv site), the arrival of Jehovah's Witnesses at the door of a naked person. No doubt you have either had a similar experience yourself or you have known someone who has. Here's a slight variation that happened to our niece (Lisa) just yesterday. Her neighbour is a lady of 88 years old, she said to Lisa on Saturday "I have to go away for a few days,on Monday when my friend Sam comes to take me to church just say I'm away and I'll phone Sam on Thursday when I'm returning". So as a caring neighbour Lisa, who was busy cleaning her patio, put a note on her door "Call at my back door please Sam, Hilda isn't home"

Lisa got her t-shirt soaked and simply removed it and her bra before resuming work. As she got engrossed in cleaning her chairs she was unaware of someone stood just behind her, she got a shock when she turned to see a priest there! After a slight pause the Catholic priest said "I was aware that Hilda could be away this weekend, I wasn't aware her neighbour was without half of clothes." Before she could reply Lisa just gaped as the priest sharply turned and marched out of the garden. She looked down at her breasts and muttered 'I never thought I would be so rejected by a man of God because he saw you two boobies!'

What happens next? maybe someday soon we'll be told?

Throughout our 'teen' years and those very thriving 1960's we bloomed in so many ways. Of course we got caught up in the 'pop music' and 'tv music shows' era along with millions of other young people. When we had friends staying at our house for many hours at a time, we were at first just not too sure why they found our very open attitudes unusual, a chance remark from one lad suddenly made us both (my sister & myself) really question who our friends were, why they were with us and more importantly were we really all that "odd". The boy said, "At home we're always told "shut up,sit down,cover up! I don't think any of us have ever seen anyone else without clothes on, even our parents, your family is fab and a bit odd, but not having clothes on doesn't matter here,we want to be here.

As we grew up and away from the family home we just maintained our basic family principals. My sister with her new family stayed loyal to our life, I wandered from one relationship to another for quite a few years. When I moved in with my first partner life was (for a few years) wonderful because she was from a naturist background too. When I met my wife-to-be we clicked together so perfectly, apart from one thing, she is not a naturist! As months turn to years and compromises are made, I feel it is important to stay with your 'core values' and have a base to build upon. We have now had many wonderful years together, we've coped with tragedies and swam in pools of amazing happiness. But when I still occasionally catch my wife looking at me in a certain way, I simply remind her "What you see is what you get"

What you see is what you get. That's probably been my motto and my family motto for the history of us all. I suppose there's two basic "Routes" for this family motto being true to us, firstly I think it comes from the part of England we are born to, Yorkshire. As a place this county is gritty, hard & notoriously strongly dour & direct. Throughout the county history working life (particularly for the menfolk), all of the jobs such as coal mining, steel making & fishing, made working times tortuous but honestly reliable. It was always the 'pride & determination' that made men go on to do dangerous and physically demanding jobs. Being strongly loyal to work-mates because often your very life could depend on a strong bond & connection. Equally so family pride and bonding was so very strong, the really gruelling times of my early years just meant that families were very strong, poor but happy!

The other route of our motto has possibly been because of our strong and truthful naturism. Although for the first 30 years of my life I didn't understand or know the words like 'naturist' & 'naturism'. We were just a family who spent a lot of time not wearing clothes! At home and in the immediate area we just didn't see a need to be dressed. Parents got on with daily life and us 'kids' made our own days busy, so often we were adventurous but safe, our friends were an extension to our family. Indoors 'playtime' for all of us was usually naked, but we never thought about it, that was just 'life'.
In other words. . ."What you see is what you get" ( part 1)

We're moving home soon, on 11th July we take up residence in a 2nd floor apartment near the city centre. It's in a block newly built and designed around people who need 'Extra-Care' which means it can be adapted in so many ways to deal with physical or mental changes. There will be all age groups in the block which is great and enables us to socialize much more widely than we do where we are at present.
As for actually preparing for the move, I hate it! packing cases, bubble wrap, tape & string, what a nightmare. The place seems already filled with stuff in brown boxes, nowhere to move around and yet so much yet to do. Yes I am so grateful for all the helping hands, all the folk who come in and assist in this moving trial… even the people who act as if they've been stabbed with a stiletto when they see my naked aged body! One youth did make me laugh though, he stared a short while at my hairy bare torso and my diminishing penis, his eyes then looked at my grey hairs & furrowed brow, he said in dull expressive tones. .
"I don't have much to look forward to do I, I might not care much too when I am much older, but ain't nature unkind!"

I will report back here by blog after we have settled into our new abode, probably in much better state of mind, as long as the 'unpacking' is less painful than 'packing' was. Maybe a whole new batch of friends & a view mournful youths will have made a totally unexpected impression on us. My loving wife is an angel, she loves the whole adventure, thankfully!

I got to thinking about "100" mainly because this is my 100th blog, I was just wondering how many more people are actually getting to 100 years old now. We have known many people who get well into their 90's and still have an active lifestyle. I knew a gentleman who got to 102 years old, he was a naturist too. His wife passed over when she was 97 and she too was an active naturist with an amazing sense of humour & fun. We have a neighbour living a street away who is 100 in around 5 weeks time, 'Nelly' is a what we call "A tough old stick!" who has some very rigid opinions on just about everything. When she heard that we are a naturist family she was heard to say "My body has so many 'sags-bags-wrinkles & crinkles' even I find new things to see every time I get naked. I don't approve of people getting naked in groups but what he does in his own family is up to him, just don't let me hear of anybody being hurt or frightened!"
100 is also a milestone in many sports isn't it? Here in the UK and in many other countries there's a game called cricket where scoring 100 runs is almost expected of every batsman, though not too many achieve it. Can you identify a sport or competition where '100' is a target or an ambition?
Of course when driving an expensive car it's fairly normal to expect the speed of 100 to be fairly easily achievable in a very short space of time isn't it? But here in the UK the maximum speed limit is 70mph so the lawmen need to be able to easily pass that speed to catch both criminals & 'souped-up' racers on our roads.
An event we took some of our family to last year had nearly 130 guests attending, to our surprise when it was marked on the invitation card "Clothing Optional" it encouraged almost 80 people to get naked & probably around 15 or so stripped to 'shorts' only. The few that remained clothed didn't seem to even notice the naked folk or the ones in underwear type pants.
We had 8 people in our little group and the only one staying partially covered was a cousin who had just recently had a major operation on her breasts and she felt conspicuous when she stripped, even with us alone, though she knew really it wasn't too big a deal either way. When we are in a large group of people and we can get naked socially we soon seem to 'blend' in with the clothed persons, so maybe a mixed society of naturists & textiles isn't too far away after all.
So now I'll bring this blog to a close and tick off number 100. Maybe my next 100 will have much more variety & facts also. I really do thank everyone of you who takes time to read these, it is special to me that I have some 'followers' or 'friends' on this group/page and to have your attention for a minute or two means a whole lot. Here's to another century of blogs & many more friendships on here. If you want my phone number to send me personal text messages (Not calls please or photo's) please text to 07759116197. Friends, we thank you 100 thousand times.

This blog number 99!
That total is just mine!
So I thought about a verse,
A new blog is not my worst,
Poetry, as some will know,
Is what makes my soul flow,
Words in many shapes & sizes,
Written well can bring surprises,
So in this blog number 99
I though a verse would be fine!

Thank you for reading my previous blogs & I have read all of your comments along the way. I write each one honestly though often from a different train of thought. Sometimes a particular event or memory will spark me into blog mode, but often it's just whatever my 'word riddled brain' throws out. So without really thinking about this one I just set about this number as I approach the magic ton!
I appreciate the fact that you read my blogs & often tell me what you think about them. I hope they bring a smile, a nice moment to ease you through a few minutes leisure. In my reminiscences I reflect on what my life has been, up to now it has been a mixture of love & pain, but that is what life is all about, isn't it? My naturist upbringing may be fairly uncommon but it certainly is real & I am very lucky & grateful. I am also thankful for my life today, though I may have physical issues that cause pain & discomfort I have love, from my wife & my family. I also have my naturist community, in daily life & on the internet. So as another milestone approaches (blog 100) I say a massive THANK YOU! to everyone in my life today, in no small way that includes YOU!