Fortunately, I wasn't naked here. It's the bridge of the Hamnavoe, the ferry which sails between Scrabster and Stromness on Orkney. And no they didn't let me drive.
But I am feeling naked. Well, exposed would be more the description. Because today is the day.
Broadband and telephone are switched off at our Glasgow flat to be transferred to the cottage. In this whizzy technical age, how long will this simple transfer take.
2 WEEKS! I can fly around the world in that time!!
So no dreams of being starkers, but enough to make me loose sleep.