Stephen Gough is in jail again.

He’s the fellow who sat up one day in 2003 and decided he was going to walk across Great Britain naked.

He was arrested several times, and pelted with tomatoes. Both cheered and jeered.

What did those very first naked steps feel like? Those very first steps before anyone noticed, before becoming famous just for being his uncovered self?

He’s decided to go for it again, and is now doing time in Edinburgh.

Second time around, he’s a personality. He has a bit of an entourage.

Does he let go of his clothes but have to struggle now with ego? Or perhaps he is about simple intention. Either way, can’t be safe nor easy to trek Scotland without clothes in winter. And who knows what the jails are like. I hope at least he keeps warm at night.

Here’s to you, Stephen Gough: a sheaf of poppies, a Guinness, and a bowl of hot and divinely delicious food to sustain you on your way.