On yoga as an unusual form of torture

One I wrote a long time ago (mid summer, sometime) and never got round to sending.. *** Until recently I’ve always been a bit, I don’t know, snotty about yoga. I first heard about it 15 years or so ago when it was propagated as ‘not a good thing’ by the church youth group. I […]

On early morning yoga

At 8:30 on a Sunday morning, I am about to be picked up for my first Yoga Session. Bearing in mind that it’s early, it’s a weekend and I spent the whole of yesterday digging up the garden and planting trees, I think I must actually be completely mad. Wish me luck.