I fell out of love with yoga, but discovering this woodland cabin reminded me of its restorative power

I needn’t have brought my own: two Yogi Bear mats, Yoga Matters meditation cushions, a bolster and Lululemon blocks are propped strategically at the side of the room. On the wall, a mounted iPad pre-loaded with recorded sessions that guests can dip in and out of throughout their stay. I can’t help but think how perfect this set-up would be for a self-curated retreat. Among a sea of (sometimes overwhelming) choices when it comes to where to go and what to do, Yogi’s Cabin allows you to design a programme of classes that meet you exactly where you are – at a time that suits you.

And that’s exactly how I spend my time here. Sweeping open the sliding glass walls at either side of the cabin, the whistle of the trees and sound of nature flitting through the air, I sit through meditation and breathwork, and flow through vinyasa and rocket sequences to bookend my days. Teamed with a stomp through the forest, and a drop in at the neighbouring farm shop for a coffee and a slab of cake that locals queue early to get a slice of, I’m starting to remember what it feels like to be rested, both physically and mentally.

I realise my attachment to location is more about how quickly I can separate myself from the throngs of city life when I’m not physically there. But this can be achieved consistently, even if momentarily, through regular, committed time on my yoga mat, wherever I happen to be. As I leave Yogi’s Cabin, I’ve achieved exactly what I set out to, and I’m energised and inspired to find exactly who and how I felt three years ago when yoga was a part of my everyday life.