Poll coming up not limited to one option. To qualify as nudity total nakedness isn't a requirement, merely the exposure or disrobing of your nether regions in a public place.
I did a streak in front of the Taxi queue in East Street, Brighton in March 1973.
I was out celebrating my 21st birthday, and was dared to do it by some mates.
Fairlight Beach, Bristol Spa Gardens, walking out of a cold Hove sea onto a busy beach not realising the Velcro fly on my swim shorts was wide open....
Being hung like a dwarf baby field mouse in mid-winter, I wouldn't recommend any of the above.
There's no category for public baths/spa. If you go to one of these in mainland Europe, you nearly always have to be naked.
I'm sure there'll be plenty of nudist beach visitors - this is Brighton, it's almost mandatory.
Brief visit to a naturist beach in Croatia, and another somewhere else I can’t remember. Both a long time ago.
When I lived in Jersey our very regular pissups would often involve a ‘knobs out’ photo in a restaurant/bar for some reason. Always instigated by the same bloke. Bit weird thinking about it but funny at the time.
Backpacking in Oz, Byron Bay after too many goonboxes of wine, a bunch of us thought it would be a great idea to go skinnydipping in the sea as the Hostel pool was closed for the night. Don't remember much but must have got caught in a rip tide, but got lucky. Disappeared for about half an hour, my mates were shitting themselves about having to ring my parents and tell them I had drowned when I came strolling down the beach. Stupid things you do when you're young and drunk. not recommended !!
Been naked in onsen ( communal hot spring baths ) in Japan .
And there was the time when me and an ex girlfriend found ourselves in a secluded part of the New Forest , one sultry Summer afternoon..........
Recall one summer's day. A picnic at Amberley with my girlfriend, rug and wine. The hamper was full to bursting. Alongside the footpath next to the rowboats.....I had no idea she was that hungry.
Nudist beach in France, where a local who was fully clothed peered through the sand dune grass for about 10 minutes until I asked him to leave with a Paddington hard stare.
Around Cranleigh on a stag night in the 80's.
Running around woods at night chasing my girlfriend who was naked also with the moonlight shining bright, whilst damaging your feet on pine cones like Lego blocks.
A girl got a stumping on a cricket square one night, the only time i really had any interest in cricket.