It’s a Sunday evening in London and my WhatsApp pings. Then it pings again. And again. And again. It’s my new best friends, recently met onfirst ever retreat in Saint Tropez, plotting a reunion. Back from the trip – four days and nights of dynamic Pilates and yoga, with petanque, pastries and pastis taking up most of the rest of the time – I am glowing with a newfound vitality.
If you’re reading this as a fully paid-up member of… well, anything frankly, this sort of positive response will feel very normal indeed.