The perfect summer to take the plunge (and do it nude)
It's been a while since I last blogged about naturism - just under a couple of months, in fact. My last offering was entitled: "Will anyone take a naked leap of faith?" It was about the scope which exists for businesses to expand into naturism if their owners are willing to take that step into the unknown and embrace what one influential figure in the naturist community used to call 'the buff pound.' And as it happens, the last two months in the UK have provided near-perfect weather for anyone who wanted to take that naked leap of faith and try nude living for themselves. The temperatures have been in the high-70s or low-80s on most days, the Sun has shone down from cloudless skies on most days; it's almost as if we're having a proper summer such as 1976 (when I was 12 years old) or 1990 when Mrs Naked Strokie and I got married (in clothes!) and the mercury hit 90 degrees Fahrenheit as we left the church on a lovely sunny Saturday afternoon in late-Jul...