The center of my recent trip to the United Kingdom turned out to be the four days I spent at Ashwhin Retreat on Shapinsay.

I had no particular agenda for such a retreat; I just felt drawn to it in a profligate, "what the hell" kind of way made possible only by a windfall (in this case, the sale of my car).

( Ashwhin on Shapinsay )

I have sooooo many things to say about the pleasures and delights of my UK visit so far, and soooo little leisure in which to say them.
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So, you're stuck in a very high-priced and yet not-that-nice hotel room near Heathrow waiting to begin your UK adventure, and it's 8:00 p.m. by the local clock but noon by your inner clock and you haven't slept--not realy--in well over 30 hours ( Read more... )