Walking barefoot down a muddy trail with a group of people I’d met the day before and attempting to ‘connect with trees’ was not how I expected to be spending a chilly Saturday afternoon in the middle of March.
Living in central London means you don’t get to spend a great deal of time in nature – expansive grassy fields and ancient woodlands are few and far between.
But, one wellness retreat in the Welsh side of the picturesque Wye
At high noon on an early-spring day in 2017, six steers doomed to die escaped their slaughterhouse and stormed the streets of my city. The escape became a nuisance, then a scene, then a phenomenon. “Man, it was crazy!” one onlooker told the local alt-weekly. “I mean, it was fucking bulls running through the city of St. Louis!”
What seemed at first to be their daring getaway would later be downgraded to a liberatory amble: The steers had merely drifted
