I must confess to having undergone a minor operation before my departure for Koh Samui. At the prospect of being a guest for Banyan Tree’s Wellness Sanctuary programme, I felt that I needed to have the pathway between my brain and my cynicism glands cauterised in case the ‘new age speak’, mysticism and psychobabble rendered me inoperative.
I don’t enjoy yoga – forget the lotus position, I can’t even manage the Renault – and massages make me tense – who wants their inner thighs touched by a stranger without the proper introductions? Meditation is another ball game, as I can’t imagine ways in which to make my mind any emptier than it already is. I breathe pretty well (all things considered) and have