I found myself roaming what I could best describe as a deserted, overgrown orchard. Its south edge was actually a cliff, or a very steep slope. So, it was either braving the slope, or turning back.
[T]he worst thing that happened was that one man who saw me looked like he was about to have a heart attack. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I have often fantasized of hiding a waterproof box somewhere near the town and put clothes in it, so I can walk naked from home to there, then put some clothes on, have some coffee at one of the cafés that are open all night and then go back home in the same manner.