In the name of Gok Wan how did I find myself starkers on the South Downs posing for a naked sculpture? The event was advertised on my local Freecycle Cafe group and posed an opportunity to meet my naked tree-hugging friends and put a face - and the rest - to a name. It was quickly out in the open that they were naturists so for them this was a fun day out, whereas I wasn’t feeling too great about letting my hang-ups hang down. Sensing this, one woman lifted me three feet clear in the air telling me “you can do it!” while bemused cyclists and dog walkers, happening to pass through, tried to figure out what we doing, which was posing with around 300 others for a TV show on body image. I’d happily meet these freecyclers again, one of which gave the term a new meaning, describing how he cycles naked - painted as a zebra.

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