The retreat that was impending last week is today nearing its close. Outside, we’re into our fifth day of sunshine, contrary to my pessimistic predictions; and also those of our Italian friend who dug a protective moat for his tent in the manicured lawn of the walled garden: When our resident greenkeeper finds out, ‘il signor’ could be the first casualty of the week.
That is, if you don’t count the spectacular demise of the best porcelain cups (which shattered yesterday’s silence and for which I offer further apologies to Meme and Drew); or the following list of minor battle wounds thus far accrued:
One sprained shoulder (yoga teacher)
One twisted ankle (yoga student?)
One bee sting to the nose
One case of constipation (set free with prunes)
One case of earache (unrelated to the comfort of the new Dhamma seat)
Numerous minor kitchen burns.
…This last item being the small price our retreat chefs have paid for their phenomenal performance; competently and harmoniously flowing around each other in our inglenook of a kitchen, to conjure dishes fit for forty kings and queens. Bravissimo!
- fruit
- green vegetables
- eggs
- juice
- tahini
- herbal teas
- dark chocolate
Whilst down at the stores the following would also be appreciated:
- wood for wood-burning stoves
- normal 2nd class stamps
- higher value stamps (£1 and above)
- toilet, surface and cream cleaners
- toilet roll
Thanks too but we've plenty of olive oil, toothbrushes and towels, instant coffee, regular tea, honey, spices, cakes and biscuits.
