It was supposed to be a quiet and peaceful weekend, but it left one writer lost for words
As the taxi approached the remote Lake District house where I’d be spending a week doing a silent Buddhist retreat, a thought struck me with Zen-like clarity.
You must be out of your tiny mind.
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