Quotes by Fennel Hudson

December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.

You have to feel the bite of the wind to appreciate the warmth of a winter coat.

It is the quietening of the day that most appeals.

Stop – Unplug – Escape – Enjoy.’ This is the message of the Priory, and the key to enjoying a peaceful and rewarding life.

It is possible to escape the complexities, challenges and pace of modern life. All we have to do is close our eyes and picture a quiet world where time moves slowly.

The speed of modern life is an oppressive thing, and the corporate world is quick to punish those with an honest heart.

Isolation serves as the ideal antidote to the bone-aching stresses of work.

The ever-increasing weight of responsibilities that enmeshes our lives keeps us locked into the system. We become the pulse that keeps the beast alive, but the cost is our own lives. The natural world around us shrinks, crushed beneath the suffocating might of work.

Identity and self-belief: a courage that swells from within, borne of waters drunk deeply.

Cherish the moment and the time in which you live.

I dropped my gardening tools, threw my bicycle over a hedge and went in search of fortunes laid beneath the hangman’s noose.

Being here is such a contrast to where I’d otherwise be.

A traditional Englishman drinks tea to the point where his blood has long-since been replaced with an infusion of Ceylon, Assam, and Darjeeling.

We have a calling: a need to be close to Nature, where she may cleanse our souls and wash away the stresses of yesterday. It is emotional recompense for the cost of living.

Savour a slow-paced contented life.

I wish for a simple life.

Leaving the rat race is easy. All you have to do is quit your job, sell your house, and go and live in a tent in the middle of nowhere. It’s staying out of the rat race that’s tricky.

I like to start slowly, and then ease up as the day progresses.

Status: the perpetual carrot that entices us from the front and prods us in the back.

There’s no such thing as ‘not enough time’ out here in the woods. I don’t even have a watch. Time is my own, categorised as nothing more than ‘morning, afternoon, evening and night’.