Fortunately, once in the tent it became apparent that we would be learning the techniques of a hand stand while mercifully being left to practice the final product on our own. The class was popular and the tent was close quarters enough to make worries of concussion quite realistic. However, with those worries assuaged what followed was a close Bristolian double act comprised of one yogi and one qualified circus performer, with an easy, comical dynamic and a strong sense of the ridiculous. After a small yoga warm up we were gathered into a crowd at one side of the tent to leap frog, butt walk, shimmy, sway and jump our ways backwards and forwards across the tent, all in preparation for the ultimate handstand readiness that we were closing in on.
Next it was group work, where we squared off into groups of three to lift each other into handstands. As a handstandee, I had to employ the correct, previously taught positions while also remaining entirely stiff, which is entriely terrifying and also really hard unless your core muscles are as hardcore as mine aren’t. All in all the Hocus Pocus Handstand yogi yoga session was wacky enough to be team building and witty enough to be wildly engaging.
With our cores positively glowing we headed back to the tent to change into swimming costumes and lightly jog towards the sauna and hot tub. As we were heading over, past the beautiful lake and the rum bar, the bartender of the Rum Shack called us over and, accurately guessing our destinations, promised two rum and coconut cocktails to be delivered to the hot tub in half an hour. Things were going from fantastic to crazy fantastic as we paid in advance and headed to sweat out some toxins in a log cabin with a log burning fireplace and plenty of hot coals.
Once suitably drenched in sweat, parched and clean, we took the dreamy, light headed walk over to the hot tub with a view of the lake, as the sun was setting. Our drinks arrived and we sank into a comfortable 37 degrees and relaxed into wondered why exactly it was that this feeling didn’t make up at least half of our existence. Once we were sufficiently pampered and pruned we headed back to the tent for a third and final costume change, ready for the night. I was excited to see how the music would compare to the nearly perfect day of yoga.