Day one

Empty Out

Steam rising off deep warm water

Day one asks nothing of you except arrival. The coat of ordinary life — the lists, the pings, the holding-it-together — comes off one warm layer at a time.

The sitting room, ready and warm

From 15:00

The arrival hour

Your robe is warm before it touches you. Tea is poured. The studio is shown to you slowly — bath, session room, the chair by the window that will become yours.

Warm oil, first gentle session

17:00

The opening session

Sixty gentle minutes: warm oil, slow pressure, no intensity. The body is being introduced to safety, not worked on.

Soft light, a body unwinding

Why nothing deeper today

A tired body startles at intensity. Day one therefore stays soft — heat, water, unhurried hands — so that by day two, the same hands can work at a depth that would have felt like too much today.

Most women sleep the first night of a retreat the way they slept as children: completely, and before they meant to.

First-evening comforts

The dressing space

Everything laid out

Robes, slippers, towels and oils — nothing to unpack, nothing to organise.

Evening tea

Tea, then quiet

A last warm cup as the light goes. Talk if you like; silence is equally welcome.

A low fire

A room that dims

The studio lowers its light with the evening, so your body gets the message early.

A warm room, a drawn bath, and days with nothing in them but rest — your retreat is arranged near you, in a private studio kept only for members. Send one message and the concierge holds your quiet dates.