I used to be a barefoot nudist. pt 2 - would have continued but since I can't see it all will cu

Years went by, I found H&E magazine as well as Mayfair, my dad left & we had to move to a smaller house, I'd left school & soon left home, got a job, washing up & cleaning in Snowdonia, it was 70% pay decrease but it was a new area to explore, wilder & with mountains more than 3 times the height of the moors I knew, I managed to be nude a few times but winter was coming snow in the mountains, I managed to climb most of the big peaks, skinny dipped in a few of the tarns, had lots of fun including trying to do a group night walk up Tryfan (917m) but we got to 2,000ft & hit cloud, freezing fog descended on us & had to ab' off, really scary all the bare rocks covered in a glaze of ice!. The next year (1982) I got a job in Pembrokeshire, walked a third of the coastal path, lots of it nude, skinny dipping in the sea! but the work was made hard by Chef who ran the kitchen, whose son was out in the Falklands war. I was there 21 weeks, managed to climb the "Mountain" i'd been walking to before I left, up near St. Davids. 1983 saw me move to the Yorkshire Dales, tried to climb every hill top I could get to, lots of nude walks & my first surviving nude photos, taken at the Druids circle (folly) near Bedale, me on the sacrificial stone - photo 4 on page 4 of my photographs. The next move took me to Scotland, I climbed my first Monros - Carn nan Gabhar 1129m.