Staring at sultanas, eating in silence, hiking with Tibetan singing bowls … a mindfulness retreat in Wales sounds way out, but it works, finds Rachel Dixon
Have you ever seen a sultana? Really seen one, in all its wrinkly, squidgy, golden glory? I hadn’t, until I spent half an hour in a yurt in Wales staring at one – squeezing, smelling, then biting, chewing and swallowing, slowly, with total concentration.
This was one of the meditation exercises on a four-day mindful glamping retreat in the Berwyn hills of north-east Wales. And if that sounds like the most Guardian-friendly holiday in existence … well, it probably is.