Will anyone take a naked leap of faith?
For the first time this year, I can sit here writing my Naked Strokie blog, well, naked. The weather has taken a turn for the better and it's warm enough to sit in my kitchen crafting these words without wearing any clothes. The kitchen door is open, I have a sarong handy in case of unexpected visitors, the sun is shining bright through the kitchen window. It somehow feels right to be naked. So why wouldn't you? I was in Norfolk last week, not too many miles from where my wife and I spent some of the most idyllic summer holidays of our 30 years together. We stopped every July at a naturist campsite in several acres of woodland just to the west of Norwich. It was owned by a farmer who had been struggling to make ends meet and decided to put some spare fields on the edge of his land to good use. He and his wife and some friends had enjoyed several summer holidays at naturist sites in the south of France and, taking something of a leap of faith, he wondered whether there ...