Naturist restlessness… I experienced it first in autumn 2015, after an incredible summer full of highs and firsts for me, the year I discovered Irish naturism…
Having dabbled in naturism in Spain and France I thought I was ready for the Irish Sea despite its legendary bone-chilling temperatures and I searched for the famous nudist section of Brittas Bay. I experienced my first World Naturist Day there in June 2015, I made friends and gradually found myself attending all the meetups I could summon on the East Coast. I was in love with Irish beaches, could barely believe the temperature was not a problem for me, in fact it seemed that I had developed a quite resilient skin through our brisk beach strolls. October came and I began to panic, I would still drive to the beaches in Wexford, Wicklow and Dublin, but was aware of the season ending. I remember the frenzy and anxiety to absorb it all, couldn’t get enough and was more than happy or desperate enough to survive through the winter months with windy, foggy, frosty and freezing challenges whilst concocting further outdoor plans for the future.
Looking down now into Dublin Bay from my Covid-19-confined abode I am reappraising in my mind the meaning of restlessness. The March newsletter contained 12 different activities from which we could only enjoy 5, having to cancel the rest. Frustration, pity, emptiness, sadness… not just the big concerns for the terrifying situation worldwide, but also this deep longing for outdoor naturism and indoor social nudity as well. I yearn for opportunities to interact with my friends in natural and naked harmony, and life is definitely uglier when there is nobody to share naturism with and when there is not even a frame time to make plans, little or big, for the near naturist future.
We keep in touch virtually, of course, but the social aspect of our events is essential to explain the naturist appeal. Our indoor pool sessions, our naked yoga classes, our beach meetups… they are all being hugely missed by everybody. One of our members is locked-down on board a ship, not being able to leave port nor going ashore. Fresh air, freedom and sunshine, he cites as his naturist compass. Let’s toast to it!