The parish Silent Retreat is over and seems to have been universally enjoyed. Those who were convinced they’d never manage, did. The programme was probably a little too filled for such a short time and may be says more about me and how I’d like to retreat.
Whitchester Retreat House served us beautifully. Good food, lots of space, and glorious rooms.
I had the Buccleuch Suite with white leather sofa and chair, TV (that I couldnt get to work!), kitchen and the works. A double bed instead of singles would have made my life complete.
Lovely grounds to sit in.
After silence was over some of us gathered in the open-shed-thing in a garden (what is the name?) and shared stories and laughed. Someone said it was like the Red Tent and I think that is exactly what it was like! Stories of death, illness and women’s bits.
Prayers ascending for the one who couldn’t make it. And here are the retreatants looking very happy now they can talk.