Sunday pootle

Allotments in Cambridge on a sunny Sunday. Life admin, cleaning and volunteer work continued apace with only a break for some energetic yoga halfway through the day.

A few years ago at yoga I used to roll my eyes (which were supposed to be closed) at the overly spiritual chant sections of classes. It's still mortifying for British yogis to be forced to stare into the eyes of the person on the next mat to 'build trust in each other' ahead of a challenging move. But I participate in these elements of the classes with much more gusto these days.