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Just been listening to PM on R4 and their reports of someone (described by those who have spotted him as "athletic" and wearing only boots and a rucksack) undertaking a naked ramble of the length of the Pennine Way. Good weather for it.
But, isn't the countryside full of brambles and briars, stinging and biting insects, animal shit and spiky twiglets underfoot? I suppose the boots minimise the damage but you're bound to want to have a wee seat now and then, take in the view, smoke a fag, eat a packet of crisps.
When I was a child, we used to take all our clothes off and run about in the woods pretending to be cavemen. We were a bit too young for it to have much sexual connotations but I quite enjoyed it. I've been on foreign beaches where everybody had all their textiles off and that was fine but then those beaches were generally kept well free of dogshit or spiny, hurty shells and things.
Is the sense of freedom a sufficient counter-balance to the perils of the natural world, do you think? |
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