The alarm went off and tempted though I was to roll over and go back to sleep I knew I would regret it. So I joined my companions on the hotel terrace on the first morning. Yoga mats lay before us, and beyond were rolling hills of varying hues of blue. Mist swirled in the valleys and the dawn chorus was in full throttle. After some gentle stretching we struck some serious yoga poses and it was amazing how invigorating it felt. To lie back and watch clouds drift across a pale blue sky was instantly soothing for the soul and combined with deep cleansing breaths from a hillside in Karnataka I discovered the meaning of tranquillity. The session passed all too quickly and I knew I would be leaping out of bed the next morning, no thoughts of a lie-in . “Saluting the Sun” will never feel the same in the sports hall back home..