Nuala McCann: I'm blissed out in a gong bath

There is something ancient and holy about the sound of the gong. It echoes down the centuries – calling people to prayer, calling people to food, just calling. The gong sings out to your soul and invites it to soar like a swallow in the evening air

These are beautiful shining gongs – one is made from Tibetan monks’ broken singing bowls
BATHS, I’ve had a few. There were the seaweed baths – watch out for the barnacles on yer bum... only joking! You emerge like a fat happy mermaid from the waves with the softest of soft [...]

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