...the tough do not, of course, sound the retreat.
They do, however, sometimes opt to go on retreat, an entirely different matter indeed. One could call it re-charging the somewhat depleted batteries ahead of the impending battery, and the one so calling it would not be wrong.
Tomorrow then we flit for a while back to the old stomping ground of Quarr Abbey for a few fine days in good company with the original Men In Black. A few days hardly enough to slough off the layers of worldly goo that so attach to self, but long enough to - one hates to use the buzz word but it does so ring the right bell - 'reconnect' with one's inner monk.
A month, perhaps, would be the minimum required to atune in even some small way to the pace of the place, though if you are not a dollard entire then but one moment can hit you plain between the eyes with its spirit.
No month available, but a good week of time to bridge between now and next Monday's CT scan.
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