Patrick Thompson

I often fall asleep in the mid afternoon, maybe just for 10 minutes or so, usually sat naked in my armchair and alone with the tv for 'background' companionship. Yesterday my nieces young son came to visit quite unexpectedly, he must have been surprised to find no-one else at home apart from me. He always has a large glassful of fruit juice when he visits and sometimes he'll have a quick plunge into our hot tub. I knew he had been when I woke up later, he had left his empty glass on the kitchen worktop and a message written neatly on a 'stick-it' notelet which he had attached to my stomach. It read "No one here but me & sleeping hulk!. . I'll be back tomorrow, maybe!"
My wife later thought it was hilarious to think that luckily it was just the boy who had come in through our open patio doors to find my snoozing self, our neighbour was supposed to be bringing us some tomatoes, luckily for her she forgot!
Though something tells me she would not have left either the tomatoes. . . or a note on my belly!

I just had an unusual conversation, it was with an elderly lady who is always known locally for her 'Victorian' attitudes & for her very polite & direct opinions on the very 'loose' morality of modern society. We had been chatting quite casually about how politics & politicians generally have become so prominent in our 'tv' evenings. The lady who I shall call "Mrs Vera" quite clearly has little time for untruthful & deceitful people and the prolific programming of such 'drivel' has really become overpowering, according to Mrs Vera. Without a blink of an eye or any change of vocal tone Mrs Vera asked me, "Do you stay naked Patrick for anyone who enters your home?" . . . I was momentarily stunned & speechless. I haven't avoided the topic of naturism with Mrs Vera in the past 3 years that I have known her but it has never really seemed relevant in previous conversations. She sensed my awkwardness, her eyes almost looked deep into me seeking a reply. I pulled my thoughts together and answered "I am often naked at home & most people who come into my home either expect that or quite soon become adjusted to nudity" I hoped she would appreciate my honesty with regard. I waited for her to say something but it became apparent that she wanted to hear more from me. So I told her "My parents gave me a life start in clothes free living, I am much more at ease and comfortable naked, I think that many more people will accept social nudity if they have experience of it."
Mrs Vera sipped her tea & then adjusted her spectacles before she spoke again, "My grand daughter came to your house to bring a grocery delivery, she was amazed to see that you were without clothes and you appeared unconcerned, she was more astounded that your wife was only partly dressed & a younger woman only wore an open dressing gown." Mrs Vera looked away for a few seconds and then said "TESCO employ female delivery staff Patrick, as you must know it can be a shock for them to see such open nudity, however, I have told my granddaughter that you are a very respectable family, even though you may have peculiar habits!"
Mrs Vera then got up to leave, she smiled gently to show that she wasn't too disturbed about our conversation, then she comically added, "I am much too old to deliver groceries, or to suddenly see so much skin!"
I am still adjusting my senses & thoughts, but at least I don't think my friendship with this lovely lady has been adversely affected by her granddaughters experience in my home!

I think it's fairly obvious to most folk that my life is naked as much as possible, so much so that those who meet me (usually in my own home) soon accept that without question. Within a few minutes most people completely disregard any nudity in my home and accept the 'normality' of it. Not because they have no option, they can always leave. They accept it because firstly it's the way we live, secondly because it's just so naturally reasonable & respectful as any other way of living. Neighbours, friends, medical & welfare visitors, family of course all adjust their preconceived thoughts & 'mindsets' to be intune with the way we are with life.
You may ask why then don't we see a look of panic or terror on faces of those that first meet us not expecting nudity? The answer is that we do see that look, but it always seems to be dispelled within a very few minutes of that person entering our home. (Or they leave instantly!) They accept our nudity because they see nothing immoral, sexual or in any way deviant. They do see people just getting along with the day & it's routines. They see people interacting & making the best of each hour as they can. They see people who truly understand & appreciate each other, in mood & behaviour, in compassion & in respect. They see happy contented (as much as possible) people who just prefer to be without clothes. Those who wish to wear clothes for whatever reason within our home, do so without question, the strangest thing is that those who are clothed often receive the first 'odd' looks from day to day visitors!
So we would all truly recommend being truthful to yourself, being respectful to those nearest & dearest to yourself, just as much as we would recommend you trying to live & be naked as many hours & days as you possibly can. I live naked because that's what I was born to do, it is me. I live naked with a happy family unit because they too understand & accept the way of life. I live naked because I can & I will.

In my early years we had the same neighbour for a good many years, even when we moved to a new housing estate we moved together. Widow 'Noreen' had 3 children all around the same age as myself & my sister. As you may know our household was well used to nakedness, so Noreen on her fairly frequent visits was used to seeing all of us nude. So were her children although they rarely undressed near us. Noreen always had an ambition to see my dads genitals, in particular his 'willy'! She had often seen his nakedness but he always covered his groin area just to tease her.
Over many years she used many 'ploys' to catch a glimpse, but always failed. Until . . . ?
In my fathers last weeks alive he suffered very critically with a coal dust condition of his lungs & respiratory tracts. This was a result of his many years as a coal miner through the late 1940's & most of the 1950's. In those last weeks he was back home having spent months in medical care & convalescence. In his bedridden times he just wore a pyjama jacket in bed, although he sometimes managed a short walk to the bathroom.
Noreen was a strong & valued support to my mother & her children eased the times for my sister & myself. One particular day Noreen made a big pot of tea for us in our kitchen & served it along with genuine care & compassion.
My mother asked her to take a 'brew' up to dad knowing he would always welcome her smiles too. No one knew that at the same time dad would decide to go to the bathroom wearing just his jacket! As Noreen rounded the top of the stairs dad was just there, right in her full view!
With one loud gasp Noreen dropped the mug of tea & yelled "Rosie I've seen it! I've seen his willy!"
Even after many years had gone & our families had moved miles apart, my loving dad had also gone from life, Noreen came back to see us and natter. She recalled the many happy years with us and indeed we all laughed about the day she came 'face to face' with dads bouncing genitals & indeed his willy!

When I was about to set out on the journey into employment, after leaving school life at 15, I felt only slightly apprehensive about meeting new people & actual 'workmates'. Due to the upbringing my sister & I had in a 'naturist' home we were always aware that whilst we were basically 'sociable' folk, there would always be some who were very wary of us. Of course I didn't walk straight into my first job and say "Hi I'm Patrick & I would rather be naked when I can be!" but I didn't want to avoid the topic either. As a matter of course my new work colleagues would ask what my parents did for a living & how did I enjoy passing my free time away? They would expect me to have all the usual hobbies of that era, such as train spotting & walking as far as possible! (walking was an adventure method for lads of my age group). What they didn't obviously expect was that I often preferred staying fairly close to my home if not actually inside my home. My sister was also my best friend and she was possibly much better than I was at football, climbing trees & playing wrestling! She was of course the only one I could enjoy indoor hobbies like drawing & game playing with inside our home often naked! No, my new work friends would need careful tactics before I could speak openly about home & hobbies. I didn't see any reason to avoid telling them stuff, but I was wise enough at 15 to be on guard.
After a couple of weeks working, when I began feeling like I was 'fitting in' and being accepted by people I had just got to know, I slowly spoke more openly about my homelife & my days of relaxing. The first time I can recall getting one of those 'odd' looks was when I joined in a conversation about "Lazy Sunday Mornings" that almost everyone had added to. I laughed when one woman said it was always a trouble to actually get up out of bed on Sundays, to get dressed & get actually moving. I just added quietly "We don't mind Sunday in our house although it takes a while to actually get out of bed, we don't worry about putting clothes on and we don't need to worry about having 'Sunday Best Clothes' to keep clean" There was a short silence, then the woman answered me saying, "You don't put clothes on? do you all stay in pyjamas all day?". This was an opportunity to calmly speak the reality of our life without over emphasising anything. I just answered "No we don't wear pyjama's ever, not even at night, we just stay naked & it's much easier that way, mother doesn't worry too much most Sundays, nor dad, they don't worry either about getting dressed sometimes."
The ensuing silence possibly lasted just a few seconds, but it seemed like a full day! Then another workmate spoke in quiet tones, "Oh not bothered wearing clothes eh… the draughts in your house soon find 'bits' to tickle & tease!"
Over the next days it was always a major topic whenever I had time to chat with them, they all had questions about how much time we spent naked in our house, not one voice was raised in disgust. I wasn't all that amazed really, after all these were proper adults, they ought to understand shouldn't they.
At a change of employment some months later I soon realised that not all adults understand. . . or even accept what they have never had to think about, let alone talk about. I met my first almost aggressive response & name calling moment. The cold chill that I felt wasn't a draught or breeze, it was a cold chill of reality, actually knowing that to some people my family didn't seem to be 'normal' at all. I felt frightened at this realization, I felt offended for myself and my family. Work life & adults were to be very different from school life & friends.

Having children in our home is nice, as long as they know when to go home! We're not getting grumpy or too old for our years, we just have time that we call our own & kids seem to be invading that time! I lay down for a quick snooze yesterday, just as the house had gone quiet after a very hectic morning. I lay on the patio lounger and let the first spring sun play across my naked & knackered torso, the stillness & rest felt so calm & good. My eyes drifted to the clear blue sky above & slowly the peace invaded my mind & sleep arrived. Though I could still sense the odd small winged creature flit across my skin I was blissfully resting & happy. THEN. . . a small persons voice screeched into my ears & shattered the peace. I did that battle where your curiosity says 'open your eyes' and your stubborn brain says 'NO… what the f*ck is this invading my privacy, it can just. . f.. go away!'
After I realised that two young people were daring each other to prod & shove me into life I opened my eyes & growled at them, they screeched even louder and ran away. . momentarily. Their mum arrived making even louder & more shrill noises, my brain had to relent and join in with reality!
In less than ten minutes it seemed that we were hosting a child's birthday party? So much for the peace & tranquillity of my snooze. I dragged my aching old torso back to the house and around 8 young people almost trampled me down. Two mums & one dad laughed as I closed the lounge door, I muttered something not very sociable & grouched again.
Here we are now on a new day, Sunday, so hopefully this will be a day of rest. . . hopefully. . . but this time I have locked the door & the rear gate. Oh no.. my phone is calling me, playing the tones that say another young person is trying to contact me. . . oh joy!

I now need a person to help me shower & check that my skin is not showing any area's of discolouration, tears or marks in general. This is largely due to both illness and all the accompanying drugs & patches etc. It isn't really too much of a problem though, in fact it is sometimes a cause for hilarity & odd remarks at 'odd times'. The woman who comes in daily to help me with my shower rituals is blessed with both a wonderful compassionate nature & a sparkle that just can't fail to bring happiness into our days. 'Sherrie' is thorough in her method of cleaning my entire body from 'Nose-To-Toes' as she phrases it so eloquently. Just this morning whilst she was washing my buttocks & 'undercarriage' she suddenly remarked "I haven't seen that before!". The silence that followed only lasted seconds but it felt more like minutes! Then she laughed as she realised the 'very quiet pause' in proceedings. She then said rather pointlessly "Haven't you seen this red patchy area at the inside of your leg near your anus!". I think we both laughed for minutes afterwards and passed the sense of happiness across to my wife when we got into the lounge.
Then when we thought the 'silly remarks' were almost finished with she asked quite calmly, "How long have you been naked then Patrick?" I looked for a moment in case she would realise what she had said. . . then I broadened my smile and answered "About 3 hours since I removed my bathrobe I guess!"
Having to accept the level of 'care' that I now need is not a problem to me or to my fabulous wife, I am truly appreciative of all who help me. Sherrie is a true treasure & whatever her funny 'unguarded' comments may be she is always welcomed in our home & in our bathroom!

I have never been 'shy' about anyone seeing my nakedness, as you probably understand! So there are virtually no circumstances that I can imagine that would cause me to 'cover-up-quickly' in the UK & most of Europe certainly. However within the past 48 hours I have had 3 occasions to grab for material to cover my lower half. In hospital in a semi-private unit I lay naked on the bed with just one thin bed sheet to cover me, although that cover rarely came up above my knees. Two nurses, a consultant & 4 or 5 ancillary care staff,agreed that I could remain nude if I covered when anyone was offended or if children under 16 came in. I couldn't figure out why errant young folk would venture into my area of repose, nor could I think why any medical person would find my genitalia or buttocks offensive?
What I didn't expect was an elderly woman who saw reason to bring a "refreshments & periodicals" display stand to the door of my unit. Visit 1 she yelled from the doorway, "What need is there to put yourself on display young man!", I felt an impulse reaction to pull up the cover but I resisted, I simply thanked the matriarchal person for calling me 'young man'. Within about an hour the same lady reappeared but with a small selection of cards & gift brochures to place on one small round table just inside the doorway? Why I don't know? She again gave me a scowl as she flicked a glossy brochure in the direction of my upper legs! Once more she called out, "Cover up, I have no need to view your equipment!". Before I could reply she scurried away.
One of my nurses came to take some readings for my 'chart' and she laughed when I told her of the senior harridan that had paid two visits to me thus far. "Oh yes, that's Glynis our dear old volunteer" I was informed, also I was asked to kindly pull my sheet up if Glynis reappeared! I wasn't immediately inclined to discuss the matter any further but I had already hatched a plan for the next 'Glynis' apparition.
The following morning just after 8:30am I woke up from a short slumber and saw there within 2 yards, Glynis! As my eyes focused and one hand reached for that barrier of material that would possibly protect me from injury(?), I saw a smile break out upon dear Glynis's face. She tapped my upper leg with a rolled up magazine & said "Don't you worry, I see you've been very unwell, these places breed germs don't they, so recover well young chap but take more care to not get a cold wind blowing over your 'parcel'. . ." she giggled, then she dashed away laughing like a teen prankster who had claimed another foil.
I returned home to my family soon afterwards, recovering and contented, with a lovely glowing realisation that I didn't need that sheet to cover me & any likley senior visitor to my home would have already seen my torso a great many times. My lovely wife however assumes that a rolled up magazine wielding 'Gran' could maybe one day take me out of my lifelong naturism. . . . I corrected her with a smile saying "This 'young-man' was already about to invite Glynis & her colleague an open invitation to our home with the assurance that a bed sheet was always 'at-hand' !

From my earliest recollections I have known life in a 'naturist' home. My parents were not naturists as such because no-one ever knew that word or what it might mean. My whole family were quite at ease being naked and within our home life there was no real difference between clothed & naked routines, meals or chats. If any one of us had no clothes on it was of no consequence at all. Of course there were certain precautions we were made aware of from a very early age, mainly because all those other folk 'out there' often behaved quite stupidly at the sight of bare skin. My mother would say to myself & my sisters, "Be sure to know who is coming in before you wonder about without pants on and if me or your dad haven't got clothes on, ask first before you ask other folk to come in." We knew that this was because of 'their' odd behaviour not ours. Some neighbours were ok, as were most of their kids. Kath Leminster often popped in and out of our house at various times, her two girls & her son sometimes came in but usually we had to get dressed & go outside to see them. Kath made no remarks at all, (that I can remember) about seeing my mother or my dad naked or in very little clothing. Her husband Jack was rarely about, he travelled the country with his truck carrying all sorts of stuff between shops & suppliers. I can remember him coming in once when my mother sat nude on the settee and dad was stacking up the firewood box, (also naked apart from his open shirt & his knee pad protecting his 'dodgy' bone!). Jack brought in a big packet of tea that he had 'aquired' for us. He said, "Here Rose there's half a pound of best tea leaves to make a cuppa to beat the best!" He glanced only briefly at mothers ample bared body, even more briefly at myself & my sisters sat on the large wooden kitchen table. Dad took hold of Jack's arm and led him to the door saying " Steady on Jack, go home before your eyes get sore!"
Over so many years it became second nature to know who could come into our home and who couldn't, but there was never anytime when we were made to put clothes on if we didn't want to. In my later school years we knew of another small family who lived as freely as we did, but they lived a good distance away from us. The conversations with them were so much better than the ones we had with other kids or the parents, we could speak freely without concern about who could be listening. Even from that young age we often got puzzled about why every 'authority' or 'busy-body' was so much against seeing a bare human body. Maybe, we thought, they had very ugly distorted bodies that they were ashamed of.
We realized in later years that no-one really did have distorted weird bodies but they were ashamed, mostly about their own lack of self control & the tight restrictive minds they had genetically acquired from Victorian uptight parents & grandparents.

I actually prefer to have a shower rather than a bath, which I guess might be a popular option these days. I have to have assistance while I shower due to my mobility problems, most times my wife helps me and then leaves me to sit in the shower in my very own tepid 'rainfall' just so I can imagine again being caught in a forest during a rain storm. (naked obviously). Occasionally my nurse and/or my physiotherapist arrive at my shower time and I can have three different females in my bathroom at once! Today was such a day! My nurse needed to check all of my skin due to an allergic reaction I have to a new drug that I was prescribed. She scanned all area's (except my groins!) and made positive remarks before she walked away. When I had got out of the shower (almost immediately, due to these awkward female interlopers!) my physio asked me to sit on a stool while she examined my leg muscles & observed my lower back movements. In a moment of 'annoyance' my wife interrupted and gasped "Can I please dry Patrick, he doesn't need to be left wet all this time!" I smiled and with a mock puzzled expression on my face I asked quizzically "I didn't have my bench out in the forest storm today did I?"

Thankfully my play-acting is accepted by my very helpful ladies, the physio said that if I were to sit out in a storm on a bench naked, I would probably have the same withered look as many of the tree's"
I wonder. . was that a veiled threat or just her attempt at humour? I insisted on waiting in the bathroom until the two visiting women had left, then I got back into the shower cubicle & restarted my very own 'Rain Storm'. . Wonderful!!

In 1972 I actually joined a naturist club, the only TWO unusual things about that were that firstly I had always maintained I would not join a club, secondly I actually joined with my sister! The reason being at that time the club in question had some rules about how many 'single males' they could allow to join, they said that they had to maintain equality of the sexes amongst singles. I thought for some while that they must be operating some kind of 'undercover' dating agency. (or should that be 'under-nocover'?). When their membership person realised that we were brother and sister and only just out of our teen years, he was amazed, when he later found that all of our family were naturists he almost gasped for air in shock. As he began to explain to my sister that on the first 3 visits she would be allowed to keep panties on but after that she must go nude like everyone else, she listened 'half interested' and stepped out of her shorts & removed her top, bra & panties almost in one smooth movement.
To say we raised a few eyebrows is an understatement! In the next few weeks we were lucky enough to have many quite hot days to visit the club and in that time there was a big event which saw lots of people coming on a visit from other clubs. I would guess there were nearly 150 visitors in total. We had previously booked ourselves into the club 'caravan' for our visit & so we were guaranteed accommodation. In fact when we realised a young couple were struggling to cope under a small tent, we invited them to share our place. So it soon came to pass that apparently we had broken a rule by taking the couple in with us! At the end of that short period of visits we had a major discussion with the club secretary about visitors rules. It seemed that because we were 'probationary' members our actions were being more closely monitored! Rather than get into the realms of anger & frustration we decided that we would just take a dignified exit for that summer and then return at a later date for hopefully a much better welcoming experience.
I haven't developed a dislike to clubs or their 'Committee Meetings & Rules' at all, but the sense of actually being 'new' members at some clubs is regarded as being some kind of 'lesser person' who needs to prove his or her worth as a naturist. Both myself and Lorraine did have many happy times at club grounds, both in active summer days in sports or swimming and in social events. Only on one night time event were we the only ones who remained naked. We actually had to explain to one woman that we truly are naturists, living naked is our usual way.
Well the club scene did eventually fade from my circle of activities, but that was after several years, so to be fair we did give it a very good 'trial' time.

Maybe I will relate other experiences at some later date?

My sister had two children as you'll possibly already know if you have read my earlier blogs. Her first born is Lisa who was always an inquisitive & thoughtful soul, the second baby was a boy, Keith. He was just the typical boisterous and loud child that inhabits most families! Many are the stories involving these two, individually & as a complementing duo. So here today I'll talk about Lisa, who still seeps into my very soul, she calls me dad2 and I love her as if she were my own. One incident I recall quite easily from her childhood shows not only her studious & inquisitiveness but her natural innocence which sadly leaves all children as teen years arrive.
When she was 7 years old she would readily play games & enjoy time with Keith inside their home. One day this suited their mother very well because she decided she could do with having a bath & the children could quite easily play in the bedrooms away from any dangers, just for a short time. So with the kids undressed and happily playing Lorraine sat back in luxurious soapy relaxation. Occasionally either one of the twosome would come into the bathroom just to check 'Mum' was still there. Lorraine rested and dozed lightly as the suds enveloped her. Then she was suddenly aware that she wasn't alone anymore. Opening her eyes slowly she saw Lisa sat on the lowered toilet seat in deep thought. "Tell me what's on your mind?" she asked the pensive child. Lisa did a deep meaningful "Umph" as she deeply sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Mum," she began "when I grow bigger can I be a boy?" Lorraine gulped and steadily probed "Well no love, you are a girl and you can't change" Lisa looked frowning back and with determination she asked "Well what happens then when I stop being a little girl?" Lorraine just knew there would be an underlying reason for this questioning. She answered, "You will soon grow into a young lady, then into a woman, that's the way it happens, just as it did to me love!"
Lisa jumped down and stood nearer to her reclining mother, looking and pointing directly at her mothers breasts she asked "Do I have to have them!". Lorraine held back her laughs and answered "Yes of course you'll have breasts love, all girls grow breasts as they become young women. Lisa paused in deep thought for a short time then replied with serious face "BUT! they don't have to be as big as them do they!"

We had a good laugh yesterday with a 'joke' about our nude lifestyle in our home. We were at a friends home for a meal, several people were there because our friend prefers to cook for a lot of people rather than just two or so. After the excellent meal we all sat and just chatted, about 8 of us laughed & joked about a variety of topics, although no naturists were there the conversation took a detour to get around to us being naked at home.
Our host talked about security camera's they had put at the front & rear of their property after a recent burglary a few yards away. The conversation drifted around the benefits & problems of camera's, then one wit asked if anyone would have a camera inside their home to detect any intruders at night. Then of course came the remarks. . "Patrick wouldn't want to be on camera walking around naked!" Their laughter was gentle but unanimous. I of course replied, "I have been naked on camera many times and I care not!" a moments silence fell as I continued, "If anyone was in my home illegally they could get filmed and so could I, be assured though that I would only care about catching the intruder not so much about who was viewing the film later & seeing me naked!"

Our host called her husband through to join the conversation from his 'washing up duties' in the kitchen. Then he told us of him being caught in just his socks & underpants when he accidently locked himself out at the back of the house, it just so happened their neighbour (a police officer) had a spare key in case of emergencies and he had to come and open the door again!

So our nude activities were a talk of interesting & fun conversation for a while but we were knocked off the popularity charts by a man in pants & a police officer with a bunch of keys!

We were at a friends home last night and as usual the topic of naturism came up, (they are not naturists). The whole evening went fairly well although no converts were made, until we got talking about 'respect', but amazingly it seems respect only goes one way. The assembled group of 8 adults seemed to be talking about naturist being respectful to clothed people in society and in conversations generally. Apparently the clothed world thinks that naturists should not risk embarrassing people by either being naked or even talking about being naked. When we said that respect goes two ways the conversation almost became an argument. I said that when people come into my house they ought to respect our choice of lifestyle and accept our nudity, they would probably have been made aware of it before they arrived. Our host seemed agitated and she gasped "No, respect your guests and put some clothes on!"
To say we were stunned is an understatement, to say that our feelings, opinions and homes meant so little really annoyed me, the respect for us should be dominant in our homes at least if not in society. Naturists are people with thoughts, intelligence & with feelings, so why should we be disregarded and disrespected in this way? We strongly believe that as people and as naturists we should be listened to and respected equally with anyone else. The fact that most of society still can't accept naturists 'in their faces' is not our problem it is societies, but we should still have equality on an intelligence and social standing level.
We left the gathering all in great mood & best of friends, but the topic of 'respect' seemed to have become more important than naturism in society. So we will even more so now insist on being nude in our own home when guests come, they will know in advance, but those who come along unannounced will also meet nude people, the option to stay or leave will be theirs, but we will have respect!

Just a few days ago our niece Lisa invited us to her place for a Christmas meal. It was a surprise in many ways, we very rarely get around to Lisa's home because of my mobility issues & her work hours issue. The other surprise was that she said it was to be a completely naked meal, her son & her partner were there and so was the secretary of a local naturism group. We sat in a very warm lounge waiting for our naked chef to serve our meal, we chatted about many things which all seemed to have a base in nudity in some area of life or another. The secretary (a Mrs Glenda *****) told us that her son and his wife always have their wedding anniversary night in a different hotel in a major city around the world & they always have a meal delivered to their room and they receive it naked, eat it naked & call for room service to clear away. The only place where they had problems so far was Moscow!
As we sat down to our meal we had a surprise visit from Lisa's neighbour, to see the look on her face when she saw six naked people were sat preparing to eat, was marvellous. She wasn't embarrassed because she had seen Lisa nude before, but to see Lisa's son, her partner & 3 older people all nude aswell made her eyes glow with "Festive Glee"!
We stayed about 3 hours in total, after the meal we cleared away and then looked through several photo's & video pic's that had been taken down through the years. Wonderful
It was a wrench to put clothes on before we left, but it was fun too because some clothing got mixed up, I almost tried to wear my wife's bra!
Let anyone say that when 6 people get naked there's sex involved and I will find 6 people willing to prove them WRONG !

My nephew Keith (one of Lorraine's children) grew to be a fine broad build young man, his physique was toughened by his many hours of tough manual labour, he worked in some heavy haulage companies & also had a spell on cargo dockside work. It was always a credit to him that he earned his wages by honest reliable work wherever that was. Of course he had his moments of madness with his passion for whisky, but he soon learned how to control that, before it controlled him. In his late 20's he met a woman who really took his heart & steadied his life, she was an 'earth spirit' and loved a diet only of natural foods grown locally & she rejected processed or 'manufactured' foodstuff of any kind. "Dempsey" was a good equaliser for Keith and together they set up a home and soon, after a tortuous pregnancy, a little girl was borne to them. Maisy Lorraine, partly named after Keith's late mother. Keith returned to driving and soon began travelling the roads of the UK and sometimes into Europe. The hours were long but the income was great! Their daughter grew quickly and soon proved to be above average intelligence and a talented singer! She truly worshipped her daddy.
One day in late August 2014 Keith was returning back to Hull and the end of a long week travelling across England, as he came within 4 miles of the city centre he suddenly got a fiercely painful headache, then more worryingly his vision became very distorted & blurred. With determination & a small miracle no doubt, he managed to safely stop his huge vehicle at the roadside, before letting out a yell of pain as his head & eye pulsated. He managed to phone his dad and give him his location, his dad knew that this must surely be an urgent situation, as he set off to race to his son's side he called for the emergency services to meet him where his son's truck was stopped.
A short while later after a full emergency race across the city, Keith was rushed into the neuro-surgical unit and as suspected it was soon confirmed that he had a massive tumour on his brain! By this time I was also at his side, the son of my sister Lorraine was in a very critical situation, his partner & their child were racing across the city too. His sister had began her frantic journey many miles across England from Nottingham to Hull. It was soon decided by senior consultants that emergency brain surgery was Keith's only hope of surviving. My heart ached & my soul felt ravaged as the lad was put onto a trolley and taken for theatre preparation, I felt too raw & emotional to cry, this was so bad, so wrong and totally wrecking.
Some 7 hours later a gowned theatre operator came to Keith's assembled family, Lisa had arrived and she sat holding so tightly on to me. Then came the devastating news, although Keith had survived a procedure to remove a large egg shaped tumour, the hurtful truth was that there was an amount still embedded inside his brain and it would be far too dangerous to attempt to remove it. After what seemed like hours of discussion, questions and floods of tears, we all came to realize that a cancerous growth was living and growing in his head! A certain death sentence had been bestowed on him by the big 'C'.
Though he received the best possible medical attention, hours, days, months of every hope & care that could be given, it was just 14 months later that the soul & life left his earthly body. Keith died on 19th October 2015. So did a part of me, now from his mothers womb to his eternal spirit world he has gone. Lisa was wrecked in grief and her own life was in torment, her mother had gone, soon afterwards her beloved 'Grandma' (my mother) had passed over too, now her only brother had far too soon left this earth.
We live on it's true, we find a way to come to terms with the loss of love from special people, but we know the spirit world shares them now and their love truly has no boundaries, in time we will share that eternal love, in a different kind of place to this. On earth we only live in the hearts of loved ones, on a journey, a journey that has no predetermined length, but has a time.

When my sister got married, more than 45 years ago, it was a beautiful & emotional event of course, but for that one time only I had to take my late dads place! I walked with her down the aisle as proud as my dad would have been. I held her arm & watched her face glowing, our mother sat waiting with tears in her eyes feeling that crazy mix of happiness & sadness combined. Lorraine's husband to be was there as her waiting guide, I took her carefully to his side. On that short walk and in the hour before, we both knew how close our little family is, the bond between us was never going to break, the unit we had grown with was there for eternity. When she and her husband walked back down that aisle she was positively glowing, stunning & radiant it's true but that smiling wink that came to me meant one thing, our family was now stronger still.
Over the next years her happiness grew along with her husband Keith's. Two lovely children followed with 3 years between them, but they were soon to make that same family tie that their mum & I knew. When they came to visit at my family home, they truly worshipped 'Grandma' & Uncle Pat, they felt relaxed, completely contented & totally free. The family naturism was soon evidently passed along, they took off clothes much easier & quicker than putting them on. From realising that they too liked the freedom that their mum, Uncle Pat & grandma enjoyed they were free too! Over many years the glow of love blossomed and we all shared many adventures, treats & tragedies. There came a moment in time that I shall never, ever, forget for my lifetime. A phone message that not only stopped my heart it stopped the world I knew. My soulmate sister had taken a tragic fall down concrete stairs, she lay in hospital attached to a life-support machine! It felt like only minutes it took to get to her bedside, my head & my heart knew nothing of time, nothing of restrictions or 'protocol' within the hospital, I simply moved urgency that no-one could derail.
I sat and looked at her massively swollen head & face, her eyes almost swollen over but they held her tears. The neuro surgeon spoke to me, he showed me x-ray images of her head, totally swamped with blood. I then knew I had a crucial decision to make. Her life-support machine was indeed keeping her breathing and alive, but it was pointless, so I was asked if they could turn off the machine and let nature take it's course.
I knew Lorraine could not survive, not as a mother, not as a wife, not as a daughter or as a sister. Most of all she could not live as herself dignified but free & real. As I kissed her I told her, my heart beats & you live, forever you stay & your life is good. Sleep my sister & wait for us to come too, your spirit stays with us always. Then I gave the motion to turn off the machine, her husband Keith stood motionless, destroyed & broken, his entire body seemed drained of emotion & strength. I kissed her cheek, I said farewell, I walked away. I had a very important job to do, her children & our mother needed to be told. I walked into 'grandmas' house and saw there hopeful faces looking up to me, my heart raced, I saw our mother already consumed with devastating sadness, I felt Lorraine's spirit was with me, I had to kneel with those two beautiful people.
A season of life was over, but another began, I will forever love & know my sister Lorraine, I will forever love life, I will forever love her children, they know what family bonded love is. Unbreakable, Undeniable & Eternal.

In the past couple of weeks I have relied a little more on 'carers', they come into our home and help give me shower, prepare meals or any other household task. I am already partially disabled due to a progressive degenerative skeletal condition. My wife is my absolute perfect partner & twin soul, without her I could not exist. She too is not in good health but she has determination way beyond her small stature. The carer has mainly been called in due to my own 'clumsy' and 'cumbersome' ways of getting around the place. In recent times I have fallen and bruised myself quite heavily, I have fallen again and broken a finger! I have dropped a pan full of milk which was supposed to be going onto a cooker! (instead it landed all over a worktop & cupboard doors!)
The carer who regularly comes in is Canda a Nigerian absolute wonder! No task is too much trouble for her & no time is counted before she ends her shift in our home. She only asks before she leaves each time "Are you fine Mr Patrick?". With her very valued help & the love of my honey wife I am blessed. Canda has a playful smile and an infectious laughter that reminds me of child-like innocence, she washes & dries me with such care & great humour. She now understands that I have no need for clothing in my home & she realises that any person coming into our home accepts nudity. Canda used to say "Cheeky Mr Patrick" when I invited our neighbour Janet in for coffee, now she often says "Happy Mr Patrick I make coffee's you can sit with your friend."
My illness may cause issues & some difficulties, but that is not important. My lovely life is just as good as I could expect and as good as I need. My wife Rosemarie makes certain I am happy. I hope everyone finds such happiness without seeking true perfection, life is what you make it & what you accept.

I spent several weeks in hospital in 1989 after a serious operation, apart from being fed by drip feed and being made to lay flat on my back, I had no real complaints. I had insisted right from day 1 that I would remain naked in my bed, after a short verbal battle with a senior nurse and one compromise I got my way. The compromise was that I covered with a bedsheet when visitors came into the unit. I already had my top to toe tan which had raised many conversations with nursing staff & catering staff. Much of the time I lay naked with the bedsheet at my knees and sometimes staff would sit and chat. My mother & my sister were allowed to visit at anytime and it was often better that they came away from other visiting times, so that my friends could get in. Of course my family never worried about me being uncovered,even my 8 year old niece sat reading her book instead of paying any attention to me.
On the first day I was actually allowed to get out of bed to sit in a chair I had agreed to wearing my dressing gown and a trainee nurse tried many ways to put my gown onto me, difficult because I had drip feeds into each arm. She realised she was not really going to succeed, so eventually I sat on the chair and the gown was wrapped around me. I sat unattended quite happily for over an hour when the 'visiting bell' sounded. Unusually my expected friends failed to arrive, I felt great being out of bed but my pals weren't there! Then a woman arrived to see the man in the next bed to me, a very pleasant woman about 15 years older than myself. She kissed her husband then turned to chat to me, very nice I accept but she wasn't paying attention to him. After about 20 minutes she got up and offered to get me some juice from my locker, then as I was taking a drink she suddenly said "Watch you don't spill onto your gown" then she whipped my gown off me! For a moment she stood silent, then she gathered her speaking voice and said "What a lovely tan, every where, I have never seen those tanned!" pointing at my genitals. Just then my auntie arrived with another young niece, they both leant over to kiss me & the woman stood in open mouthed amazement. My aunt reclaimed my gown and then calmly both my niece & my aunt helped me back into bed.
When the nurse arrived I was covered and quite 'respectable' for her. I thought that as the neighbour woman had sat down again I had escaped the incident being related to the nurse. Then my 12 year old niece told her, "We helped uncle Patrick back into bed, that lady wasn't helping but she is very kind!" That moment watching the faces and very different expressions of four females was to say the least interesting.

When we were at a caravan having a few days break, we were so pleased to be away from the neighbours & the local gossips. My mother took my sister & myself to this isolated place, a normal haunt of fishing people by a very calm river & very peaceful it was. On our first full day my sister & I stepped out to the river covered only by huge bath towels, cautiously we walked the riverside looking for a suitable place to enter the water, also checking to see that no fishermen were nearby. We weren't really bothered about being seen naked but being told off for disturbing the fish during some rural competition would be truly embarrassing. That holiday we completely 'chilled out' and began to think again rationally about a major move for our small family, my mother had arranged a possible move from our small village home to a larger house right in a big city. The draw for mother was that she would be returning to her birth town, going back to her roots. We had something to loose, the very roots that we had established in the small & cosy area of our birth home, the neighbours that were almost as close as family, school friends that had grown up with us to the impressionable age of 15.
We had some very interesting days during that weekend at the caravan, like when we decided to see how far we could walk along the river bed before it got either too deep (neither of us could swim) or the 'get out' places became impossible. We had got to a point where we were up to our waist and almost ready to get out. My sister started to get worried, in the near distance we could see a cyclist heading our way along the footpath, I said that perhaps if we stood still just behind an overhanging shrub we could escape being noticed by the biker. My sister (who was 13 and 'well developed') was really unsure, she said to me "You look like any other boy standing in water, I have boobs and he'll make a deal out of it if he see's me." Minutes later when the cyclist had almost passed us by he stopped! He got off his bike and sat by the river, he took off his shirt & trousers and wearing only quite large underpants and his socks!. When we thought he had dozed off, some ten minutes later, we carefully waded to the riverbank a few yards away. We knew we could walk the short distance back to the caravan ok. As we got near the man we walked slightly uphill away from the riverside, but that became our mistake. We had calmed ourselves and we chatted as we realized we had escaped the cyclist, then in a matter of seconds we were faced with two burly fully clad fishermen standing in our pathway. Intuitively we walked on saying nothing and not looking directly at these men. As our nude frames became the subject of their intimate gaze we quickened our steps past them. We just heard one man say, "By hell they must be f**king warm we no clothes on but that lass has some tasty flesh around her waist & arse!"
Mother never knew of that episode, or of other escapades we got involved in. We did eventually make a move to the city, but in our hearts we never left that village or the home that we had shared with our dear dad, but after his death the place felt lacking in something, something hearts rarely live without.

My journey through early teen years along with my younger sister, was both interesting and at times really fun! Our parents had taught us well and with love & respect, manners & truth we were setting a path of morals to guide us. Sadly our loving dad died when I was just approaching my 9th birthday. A combination of coal dust on his lungs & bronchial tract (from his job as a coal miner in 1940's & 1950's) plus pneumonia which overtook his organs. In those teen years that suddenly arrived almost without awareness. We had adapted from childhood into early adults, we needed to so that we could join with Mum in making sure our home/family was maintained in a good way.
We loved our naked days and our clothed days equally and we knew which we preferred when all those household chores needed to be completed. We also knew that certain 'officials' were snooping on us looking for some signs of the family unit failing. When an unannounced visit from the "Gabardine Coat" brigade happened we felt we had to justify every thing they saw that didn't meet their expectations, we soon reached compromises that just had to stay in place. We agreed that if anyone was naked when the officer arrived we would get dressed immediately. The only time that idea fell apart was when mother was due to have her bath! (We're talking here about the 'tin' bath in front of the coal fire in the back kitchen room.) just as the bath tub had been manually filled mother took off her under-slip & knickers to climb in, then a knock at the door signified the arrival of Mr Clarney the inspecting officer.
Dutifully we opened the door and invited him in, his first words to us two before he got passed the makeshift curtain around the bathtub was, "Ah it's good that you two are fully clothed, too much revealed skin isn't healthy!" Then he stepped around to see mothers bare body lowering into her metallic tub of liquid relaxation. Mr Clarney suddenly seemed transfixed! His body wanted to move forwards but his feet stuck firm, his eyes wanted to look but his nervous perspiring head would not turn to mothers direction. As he tried to regain use of his vocal chords my mother glanced up to my sister & I, then she said with total disregard, "Ok you two after me you can both get in here, I'll be another 10 minutes so get your things off then find me a towel."
I don't ever recall Mr Clarney being able to do a sprint up a cobble stoned street, but I can assure you that's exactly what happened next. We may not have the trappings of luxury in that era, but we did have fun & laughter.
More to come soon. . . . watch for Early days 2

As I have said before on here I am partially disabled due to a degenerative illness, mainly my mobility is greatly affected and I have some really difficult days. Fortunately I have a lovely caring wife, an incredible family & some wonderful neighbours. My regular 'nurse care visits' are a lifeline to us and with their help we both get around outdoors after I have been given a very relaxing shower & muscle massage. I only regret that I need to put clothes on to go into town or to a large retail park. My neighbours are always popping in to see if there's anything we need from shops & they often bring surprise treats for us both, fabulous people! Our neighbour from 3 doors away is Terry & his teenage daughter Kasey, they work as volunteers for an animal charity and often they pop in to show us brochures & CD films about the work their charity undertakes. Luckily Kasey had called by this morning when I had slipped and fallen in our kitchen! My wife was going frantic, I was not able to move much & Kasey just arrived in great time. She calmed Rosemarie down first then expertly got me laid more comfortably on the floor. She called for paramedics and in the meantime she checked that I hadn't dislocated my hip or knee because the pain was excruciating. With her gentle care I was soon much easier & my wife had calmed.
Soon 2 paramedic's arrived, 1 tall muscular man & 1 smaller strong woman equipped to react to almost anything. Expertly they assessed me whilst Kasey made coffee's. Soon I was really comfortably padded & checked over, thankfully no broken bones just a few enormous bruises! There was not going to be any visit to hospital required but my own GP was called and asked to come over to me as soon as he could. The female paramedic (Julie) had put a blanket over me and then she asked why I was naked at 10:30am in my kitchen? I laughed, so did Rosemarie & Kasey, I answered in a much happier state of mind than I had been just an hour earlier. "I am usually naked all day, my wife spends many hours naked apart from her knickers! Kasey & her dad have called in for the last 2 years, today she is my angel and I am just so happy that she can just call in" That made the paramedic's laugh too and as they made ready to leave, having made me comfortable back in my wheelchair they reclaimed the blanket saying "You don't need this then?"
So yes I am thankful for everyone that helps me & my gorgeous wife. We may be considered by some to be ~The Odd Couple~ but the ones that matter to us are the lovely people who truly care. My family rang a short while ago to check on us, my niece is determined to come tomorrow to ease her own mind, so she can bring her delicious chocolate cake so that we can give Kasey a small 'thank you' gift.

We have just had a day of remembrance, thinking about all the lives lost in wars & in the service to our country by thousands of soldiers,sailors & airmen. There can be many area's of thought about the whole question of wars & acts of war against nations & people. There will always be deaths I fear because of mans inhumanity to man. It would seem also that whilst we are granted a 'free will' to make our own pathway to our destiny, there will always be some who take the responsibility to decide the future (or not!) of many other humans. Is it right and proper to attack another nation or state in an act of war? Is it therefore right to expect many people to take up arms to defend a nation or state by killing other humans?
Where & when is there a justification to take life? Is it ok to shoot & kill someone if their uniform & point of view is differing from your own? Is it less 'ok' to shoot & kill someone who has no uniform but has a differing point of view than your own. Is it ok to be a part of a much larger 'army' of men when you need to kill someone? At what stage do you become a hero? At what stage do you become an aggressor or an enemy? Is it correct to go along and intervene in another war or raising of war like acts, just to assist some who may have problems overcoming an aggressor ?
When is it ok to praise the dead who have also been killers? Do we justify all the acts of violence, death & destruction by recognising our own safety?
Are the acts of war & brutality ever justified in the name of religion? It would seem to my old brain that anything, including religion, has no real rules, has no real truth or sanction, nothing that involves murder, rape, torture or destruction has any justification or truth. In this way are we correct in glorifying anything that has happened in the acts of war scenario?
The only reason I can find to allow myself to take some time out to reflect on this period of mourning & celebration, is that far too many people are dead! Far too many people were never born, far too many people have suffered horrifically because of all of this. I do not praise anyone of any nation who took an active role to kill & maim thousands. I pause to remember with profound sadness the dead, the injured & the mentally afflicted that result from such atrocities. My heart & my soul cries with each death, for it is the death of humanity.

A really funny incident occurred yesterday, involving our near neighbours ( who are also naturists) and a very confused parcel delivery person.
My wife and myself were expecting the delivery of quite a large parcel and fortunately the company concerned rang us to confirm the day & approximate time of delivery. The person I spoke to asked if we would need the parcel carried into our home and have the outer packaging taken away. As this was a very unusual conversation we decided to make certain that they would be aware that we would probably be naked and as I am classified as 'disabled' I would not be able to physically assist the delivery staff. The phone person said all of that would be fine, the delivery staff have many years of experience and it is rare to come across any situation that they haven't previously dealt with.
Yesterday, quite early, our two friends popped across to have a 'coffee morning' with us. They are quite content to be naked with us & yesterday was no exception. Within moments of their arrival we all sat around the kitchen table naked & chatting quite happily. (our neighbours are both in their 30's and very helpfully agile!). At about 10:30am the parcel delivery man came, as requested up to our back door. He smiled calmly as he confirmed all of the delivery details & his eyes had soon scanned all four of us. Soon he and is fellow delivery person carried the large package into our kitchen. Although our friends offered to assist the unpacking the two men were quite adamant that they would be fine.
Our nudity seemed of no consequence, they began taking the cardboard away and then the younger chap said, " Could I possible use your bathroom, I urgently need to?" Of course we said yes. When he emerged from the bathroom and tentatively peeped back into the kitchen he said to his colleague. "Will you get my spare trousers from the truck please, I have split my trouser seem and with having no underwear on I am 'overexposed!'. His mate laughed and answered that he would bring the new pants but he sensibly asked his friend, "Why be embarrassed at being half naked in a room with four naked people?" The man laughed too and then emerged into the kitchen with only his upper body covered.
Later as the 're-panted' man started to leave with his colleague he said, "My own wife rarely see's me half naked, so when I tell her about this episode she will be so embarrassed, but I think maybe your own nudity, all four of you, has awakened a feeling about naturism in me that I'll need to discuss with her."
All four of us laughed and chatted for another 2 hours, what a fabulously odd morning that was!

Over more than 60 years I must have been asked one question many millions of times, the answer has broadly been pretty much the same, with only slight variations. When seasoned naturists/nudists are faced with the question placed by either the curious or the 'doubting' it often pre-decides how the reply is phrased. My answer to the question "What is it really like to be totally naked with people you don't know?"
My stock type answer is that being naked is about as natural & 'normal' as anyone can be, every human ever born has the ability to overcome all those pre-conditioned behaviours when being seen naked, with some it is a fairly easy process, for others it is a very tortuous & almost impossible task. I seem to find myself so many times saying to people that if you are having an 'internal battle' with your own nakedness then you are probably either underestimating what you look like or over estimating what other people look like naked. The one truth is that the physical variations in the appearance of the naked body is only outnumbered by the number of actual people alive today. Who has got the 'perfect' body? who has got the 'right' body for their age or nationality? who has got 'issues' with some scar or imperfection on their skin?.
The realisation is that every person is individual and unique, every person has at some stage had doubts & fears or certainly moments of sheer panic. So when we can each understand that the naked human form is NOT perfect, it is not unique, it is not either the best or worst than has ever been seen before. Males & females have ideals about what they would 're-arrange' or totally change if they could, possibly even a degree of envy about others that they see. These are all perfectly usual in all walks of life & none more so than in 'clothed' or 'textile' situations. The one surprising realisation that dawns on many people in naturist/nudist situations is that there are no badges of class or personal achievement, there are no trends of fashion or finance to segregate people into groups or types. The openness and informality of being naked is a great leveller and opportunity to actually get to know people even more easily than in any other situation. So to sum it all up I can usually say that socialising naked with other naked people is probably as easy & normal as it gets! So cover up those fears & trepidations, shake off all the preconditioning that society (& possibly your family) taught you, smile and bare all, just be yourself!