@Fairygirl, will know the great pleasure of walking in the hills alone, then coming across another solo walker, stopping having a chin wag, and carrying on your way, refreshed.
How can you lie there and think of England When you don't even know who's in the team
You can’t photograph other people’s children,  I can understand that and you shouldn’t even put photos of your own children on social media,  my daughter says it’s because when the child grows up she/he may not have wanted them there. There are some weirdos about,  but it’s getting out of hand it seems.Â
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.Â
Fabulous @punkdoc. Much as I love a hill to myself [as I did a few weeks ago] you can always enjoy a bit of chat, because you have that thing in common. The hill in my signature was one I had to myself virtually the whole day I did enjoy some banter earlier this year when I'd stopped for a drink, and a young lad caught up. He was bemoaning the fact that he'd not put sun cream on [the usual jokes about sun cream and Scotland followed] and he then informed me that the coming Monday was naked Munro walking day. More hilarity followed. I'd certainly have got the hills to myself if I'd gone out that day....
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
 and he then informed me that the coming Monday was naked Munro walking day. More hilarity followed. I'd certainly have got the hills to myself if I'd gone out that day....
Having worked for Children's Services I understand why it’s best to seek permission if photographing groups of children … and also why it’s best to accept with good grace if you’re asked not to.Â
It’s less uncommon than you might think for a child to be with foster carers ‘as a place of safety’ … putting their photograph on social media may expose them to risk of harm. Â
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Maybe I was just lucky that it never happened with my own son then - as he started playing at 6 and finished about 18 - and for those twelve years, either I took a camera or video to most games (or one of the other parents did) and never had one person ever ask me to stop. But that was 12+ years ago.
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When you don't even know who's in the team
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There are some weirdos about,  but it’s getting out of hand it seems.Â
I did enjoy some banter earlier this year when I'd stopped for a drink, and a young lad caught up. He was bemoaning the fact that he'd not put sun cream on [the usual jokes about sun cream and Scotland followed] and he then informed me that the coming Monday was naked Munro walking day.Â
More hilarity followed. I'd certainly have got the hills to myself if I'd gone out that day....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I've actually needed sun cream this year. Unheard of!
I'm assuming boots would be allowed Â
I wonder if that naked rambler bloke is still around....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
The poor old sod keeps getting nicked by the cops. He's a completely harmless bloke. Â
I found this. The wumman from Penicuik sums it up...
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2013/aug/15/naked-rambler-stephen-gough
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...