Denny's blog

Its' been a truly mad few months. Some of you may have noticed that I have been missing from the site for a few weeks - some of you may be pleased about this.
On 3rd December I was fired from my job as a coach driver here at Heathrow. Having disputed the suitability of a coach allocated, I was dismissed, much to the horror of the other drivers and union rep. Never having been late or refused a duty before and only having had 3 days off sick in 4 years - it seemed harsh. I could have appealed, but to be honest if they thought so little of me, then I didnt want to work for them.
Having signed on at the jobcentre - oh joy - and given my 15.60 a week to liveon - I applied for loads of jobs and was even offered a couple of jobs. When they found out I was going to Australia for the whole of January, they asked me to contact them on return. Oh well.
On 16th December, I went down with flu. It was later diagnosed as swine flu. I stayed in bed right through to Christmas day, when I got up for 4 hours. Then returned to bed and began fretting wether I would be able to travel on 2nd January or not.

It all started when the wife & I went on holiday to Gran Canaria in March. It was quite expensive because we always go all inclusive. We decided that we rarely drink alcohol and dont eat much so all inclusive was a waste of money. I suggested a self catering place somewhere with a bit of privacy for a little naked sunbathing. Wifey agreed (although I dont think she really thought it would come off).

First day back at work and what had a ppeared on the notice board? An advert from one of our retired drivers advertising a mobile home 30 miles north of Alicante. I e-mailed him for further details and he sent back pictures of the place, and details of prices etc.

I consulted wifey who said it looked good and if I could get the whole week for both of us including flights, mobile home and hire car for less than £350 then we would go. Guess what - I worked it out at £347. Wifey agreed.

So, it's the hottest day of the year and temperatures well into the nineties, and what do I do? I go on my first SOC naked walk!
We met near Arundel in Sussex at 11.45 a.m. and after a few introductions 18 men and 1 woman set off into the woods. Shorts were off after only about 20 yards and back on again twice within the next 250 yards. After that it was pretty much naked all the way.
Fortunately for me, there was another 'newbie' on the walk and we soon fell into the pattern of walk and chat. Everyone was so open and friendly it really was a delight to be with them. As the other newbie said, have you ever met another naturist/nudist that was unpleasant?
The going was fairly easy, along wooded trails and across golden fields, some of the views especialy over the downs to Bognor were pretty spectacular.
We stopped for lunch below a huge oak in a field. It was really very pleasant, photos were taken and the temperature rose.
The second part was more serious, following a roman road then crossing back into the forest (euroforest?). The leaders decided not to cut short the walk to 5,6 or even 8 miles because of the heat and we continued on to the full 10.8 miles. I must admit, the last 3 miles were mostly uphill and had me seriously doubting I could get to the end, especialy as my water had run out.

Boring up north huh? I Think not.
First off I had a small amount of work to do at Manchester airport. I left Heathrow at 4.30 a.m. (yes there is such a time). I drove naked all the way to Manchester airport with the heater on full blast and the window open for the breeze. The man on the toll booth at the M6 wasnt really awake I dont think - he didnt say a word! (I thought you just chucked the money in a bucket - but it wasnt working).
 - caught out or what?
Finished my little bit of biz early and had already arranged to meet another ITB member nearby. I arrived near his place early so rang ahead to see if it was ok - no reply. Oh bum, I thought, a waste of time. I left it half an hour and rang again. It was answered (I could hear angels singing - but it was Songs of Praise on his telly).
Spent a very, very pleasant night naked with him. He hadn't been a member very long so I showed him round ITB and he taught me how to use another site. We drank a box of teabags and smoked ourselves through a pack of fags each - but when your feeling good it doesnt seem to matter.
Got back to my hotel at 2.30 a.m. and even the bloke on reception couldnt keep the smirk off his face. Cheeky sod! I was absolutley knackered. I had been up for 22 hours. Showered and slumped into bed prob got to sleep around 3.30 and my mobile went off at 5a.m.. Another urgent job had cropped up.

I guess that my first realisation that I liked being naked was when I was in my early teens. My parents both had regular nights out and my sister was living in London, so I was often by myself. During these evenings, I used to strip off in the house and gradualy made forrays into the garden. Summer nights wandering outside was great but all the time I thought I was being dirty or naughty but definatley weird. I dare not tell anyone of my habit.
 I joined the RAF when I was 15 years of age so all that stopped suddenly and for the next 20 years almost but not entirely forgotten. I still yearned to get into the naturists scene that could be read about occasionaly in mags and papers. My next outing was a family trip to Denmark with some very good friends. We shared a farmhouse with their family and had a very good holiday in hot weather. One day at the local deserted beach, we all decided to skinny dip. Oh I can still remember the feeling. It was great apart from the thousands of jellyfish that seemed attracted to my parts. I decided I would persue this further.