It’s that time of year again in the Netherlands when only the polar-bear-grade naturists go outside in their birthday suits.
I don’t know if you are one of the people who enjoy a naked outing with temperatures like that. I certainly am not one of them.
A few weeks ago I visited a spa/wellness centre, which was great. Yes, even with Covid-19 conditions they managed to keep everything fine and safe and relaxing.
Interesting side-note: saunas over 80C / 176F have a positive effect as no virus can live in such temperatures (or higher).
But such pleasures are quite costly and for that reason I don’t go there as often as I would like to. What to do in such a situation?
Read naturist fiction.
For me it’s the most logical thing to do. If you can’t be in Rome but you want to do as the Romans do, read about them. In this case: read naturist books, because Rome isn’t appealing to me at the moment. Naturism is. And in case you’re not sure, look at the book links on this site, in the menu, or visit the Naturist’s Library that I am maintaining on my personal naturist site.
Reading is entering another world for me. An escape into the place I want to be if the place I’m in at the moment isn’t where I want to be.
If you’re here, reading this, I’m quite certain you feel the same. For that reason, naturist fiction is one of my go-to places when personal naturism isn’t feasible. Grab a book and take the good, nude life with you.