Non-Fiction: Turning Fantasy into Reality: A naked summer with Ancient Brit

Ancient Brit · 10-25-2010, 10:03 AM

Chapter 1

It’s 19th April and I’m about to set out on the trip of a lifetime. In the next few months I’m expecting to be Naked in Public to a degree I’ve never contemplated before. I’m about to try and convert Fantasy into Reality.

The first part of this fantasy is to hike naked along the Via de la Plata, an old pilgrim route, from Seville in the south of Spain to Santiago in northern Spain. I’ve frequently walked naked before, but mainly in wilderness areas where I see very few people and I have usually covered up when approaching others. There’s always been the possibility of surprise encounters, but generally interaction with the public has been limited. This fantasy is to hike naked and remain naked, subject to weather conditions, whenever I’m off paved roads.

The past week has been exceptionally warm for April and I’ve taken advantage of weather acclimatise myself to the idea of naked hiking. I’ve been out walking in the New Forest National Park; an large area of moor and forest in the south of England. If I was going to fulfil my fantasies I had to get over any temptation to cover up when meeting other walkers. There seemed only one way to do this: Don’t carry anything with which to cover up!

I’ve managed to pack ahead of schedule and decided there was time for a final naked walk in the New Forest on route for the port of Portsmouth.

I parked at Bramshaw Telegraph and left all my clothes in my small mobile home and set off totally naked apart from trainers, socks and sunhat. Being a Monday I wasn’t expecting to meet many other people , but I met a retired couple on the trail within minutes of setting off. My next encounter was when I passed right by three forestry workers and their van, but they didn’t see me because they were fast asleep! It was about 1pm so I suppose they may have been on their lunch break. I saw a few other groups at a distance before I reached the long forestry road where I always seemed to meet someone. This time was no exception and as I was climbing the hill, two men came down the track and gave me a peculiar look. As I walked away they stopped and had a good look at my retreating backside through their binoculars. I saw a few people at a distance in the remainder of the walk, but didn’t have any more close encounters.

It was now time to drive on to Portsmouth.

To be continued

10-25-2010, 10:03 AM	#1
Ancient Brit Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Salisbury, UK Posts: 105	Turning Fantasy into Reality: A naked summer with Ancient Brit Chapter 1 It’s 19th April and I’m about to set out on the trip of a lifetime. In the next few months I’m expecting to be Naked in Public to a degree I’ve never contemplated before. I’m about to try and convert Fantasy into Reality. The first part of this fantasy is to hike naked along the Via de la Plata, an old pilgrim route, from Seville in the south of Spain to Santiago in northern Spain. I’ve frequently walked naked before, but mainly in wilderness areas where I see very few people and I have usually covered up when approaching others. There’s always been the possibility of surprise encounters, but generally interaction with the public has been limited. This fantasy is to hike naked and remain naked, subject to weather conditions, whenever I’m off paved roads. The past week has been exceptionally warm for April and I’ve taken advantage of weather acclimatise myself to the idea of naked hiking. I’ve been out walking in the New Forest National Park; an large area of moor and forest in the south of England. If I was going to fulfil my fantasies I had to get over any temptation to cover up when meeting other walkers. There seemed only one way to do this: Don’t carry anything with which to cover up! I’ve managed to pack ahead of schedule and decided there was time for a final naked walk in the New Forest on route for the port of Portsmouth. I parked at Bramshaw Telegraph and left all my clothes in my small mobile home and set off totally naked apart from trainers, socks and sunhat. Being a Monday I wasn’t expecting to meet many other people , but I met a retired couple on the trail within minutes of setting off. My next encounter was when I passed right by three forestry workers and their van, but they didn’t see me because they were fast asleep! It was about 1pm so I suppose they may have been on their lunch break. I saw a few other groups at a distance before I reached the long forestry road where I always seemed to meet someone. This time was no exception and as I was climbing the hill, two men came down the track and gave me a peculiar look. As I walked away they stopped and had a good look at my retreating backside through their binoculars. I saw a few people at a distance in the remainder of the walk, but didn’t have any more close encounters. It was now time to drive on to Portsmouth. To be continued