Some mornings ask for nothing at all. The mats are laid before you wake, the house is still, and the first hour of the day is yours to breathe into.
The breath slows, the mind quiets, and the morning is simply yours.
It is yours alone, the mats laid only for the people you are travelling with. Some mornings it is yoga, some a slower stretch, some the whole family barefoot before breakfast.
A therapist can stay on for a massage after, on the terrace or in the shade of the garden, and the pool is warm from sunrise if the practice ends with a swim.
