A lovely, life re-affirming post - and thank you for it.
There have been a few memorable incidents, if that is the word. One glorious hot summer's day in 2013 I was working away in the 'far garden' as it is called, naked as usual, and I heard voices from the road. Didn't think anything of this and assumed it was the woofers. The next thing was that a group of young people climbed up the bank from the road below. It was only when they approached me it became clear these people were not from the valley or staying at the house. It was not possible to get dressed and I thought why should I. The group walked out over a walk-able pipe over the river. But no explanation what they were doing. At least they did say they had no problem with nudity. No one at the house had any idea who they were. The other story is from the house several years ago. I came over and found one of the brothers naked and stoned, as everyone was, stoned that is, with a long soft erection sitting in the warm sun. After a while we got up and went inside. Then things went a bit of a bizarre or so I thought. It was already slightly off the planet with him naked, children running about and other adults randomly chatting away, him chatting away to me and preparing food. His soft erection then became hard, well not quite as a group of children started running around in the kitchen and in this state he took me around the grounds. By this stage the sun had gone. I was freezing and here I was with a naked man, practically erect, outside. It turned out he was regularly erect when naked.
