One day on a working farm in the Allyn River Valley. A sauna on the rock above the river, the cold water below it, and a picnic that refuses to hurry. You drive up in the morning and drive home different.
Nothing is scheduled tightly, because that would defeat the point. But the day has a shape, and the shape works.
The sauna sits on the rock above the Allyn. Heat until your thoughts slow down, then walk down and get into the river. The water comes off the Barrington Tops and it does not negotiate.
The third round is where it happens. The chatter stops. Time goes soft. People who arrived talking about work find themselves lying on warm rock saying nothing, and meaning it.
Everything is provisioned: towels, robes, drinking water, a fire already burning. Your only job is the walking between hot and cold, and the river carries the rest.
The things you use on the day are made things, not hired things. Part of what you sit on, drink from and eat goes home in the car with you.
Private bookings for two to eight people. Tell us who's coming and we'll hold a date.