This is going to be awkward, I thought. Eight strange women and me in the middle of nowhere for a week

Spoiler: it wasn't awkward, it was a tonic of inspiration leading a week's retreat on life writing with eight smart and gentle women. Here's the first of a few posts about a week at Chateau de Sacy

I’d slept in five different beds over two weeks. Now I was lying in crappy clanking sofabed in the cupboard (see stack passim) staring at my phone’s screen trying to scrolly scrolly distract myself from the fact that I was brutally awake, dog tired and due to get up to catch the first Eurostar to Gare du Nord and travel to the next bed I might not sleep…