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walking the earth
pure escapism
This is me, Will Golden, alone with Nature,
my one true lover, unsexual, unquestioning, undemanding
out & about, unaccompanied, in clothes-free Britain
far from home and far from the madding crowd
escaping on naturist walks, just relaxing in the open air,
or braving the public domain generally.
Walking naturally
True to nature in the countryside

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Running naturally
Country Run 2010 - South Downs behind where I live!

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Naked in the City
Not even in Sussex.... taking a lunch break in Hyde Park in our secret naturebathing area

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Walking the Garden County
Out in the wilds of Kent

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The Chalk Walker
I never knew about Falmer Hill, in Brighton, 2 miles from my home!

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Lord of the Rings
Sussex Naked Walk: Oct 2011, taking in the Iron Age rings @ Cissbury & Chanctonbury

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The Seven Sisters and the Satyr

battling past the 7 warriors of the wind for the enchanted forest of Friston.
A windy October 9th, 2011, from Cuckmere Haven, over the Seven Sisters, back thru Friston Forest


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Tales of the Riverbank
I walked the Arun on Sunday October 24th. It's about 6 miles as the crow flies.
But I made it 11 miles by following the bank of the river all the way.

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The Red Shoot

September introduced itself with an Indian Summer walk on a good Friday in the "Nude" Forest. I had been a member of Singles Outdoor Club for two separate years but had yet to venture out on one of their walks. So with a healthy weather forecast, I decided the New Forest would be the place to start.

This, then, was my personal SOC debut and also my first naked jaunt in the company of more than a single-figured group. This was not one of those Will Golden "me against the windmills" quixotic solo runs, there were to my surprise actually 30 participants on this walk. I also had my first ever sight of two ladies on a naturist ramble, so it was altogether more altruistic than any hike I had undertaken before.

The temperature was in the mid-twenties with zero chill factor, to the latter of which we have sadly become unaccustomed this year. The official walk length was 11 miles, though the occasional GPS reference suggested something 2-3 miles more punitive. This may have been partly down to circumnavigating the bogs. As it turned out, said bogs were the only hazard. A brief head-count towards the end consoled us with the comfort of no likely losses to the bowels of the earth, within a standard deviation of 1 or 2.

Someone brought along a dog and I shall swear he covered about 45 miles in his own convoluted way and, more impressively, negotiated the bogs with reckless abandon. I too did show off a little by walking on the water. (Well, actually, if you walk over the floating grass-pads quickly you have left each behind for the next before it sinks).

There were few notable events, though the most extraordinary was a lost contact lens in the mud that was actually recovered! There were mutterings about it being a good day to play the lottery.

It was a surprisingly peaceful event considering the weather. There were few passers-by and we were caught awares only once; this by a runner who, of course, looked markedly more hideous in his cheap, baggy shorts than we did naked. Discourteously, however, he did not apologise!

There were approaching 30 of us, which split the party from time to time into several pelotons. This can and did have the effect of making the walk take much longer than planned. Nobody seemed at pains with this as it was too hot to route-march in any case.

Accordingly we did finish much later than anticipated, which was good news for the Red Shoot, as the thirsts were consequently more demanding. Someone shoul;d try the "Muddy Boots", a very strange tipple, possibly literally closer to its name than we fear. A small party did go on to Rivendale for a relaxing spa, but the rest of us retired hurt, but juxtaposedly healthily-fed and watered, at about 8pm.

I, indeed we, must thank Peter for taking us away from it all, even if on an immeasurable, unconscionable "hegira" into oblivion, on one of the warmest days of the year. A splendid escape!

There follow a few photos for you to enjoy, if only in retrospect and perhaps with a sense of having missed a good event. .


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Robin's Hood
Robin took Singles Outdoor Club on a walk around his 'hood,a 'roundrobin' (sorry) homed on the George & Dragon
near Amberley. Roger Coupe joined Richard and me for our last naked walk of the year!.


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