Retreat with (m)otherway

A nourishing and restorative weekend for therapists, doulas and practitioners who hold women through motherhood.

9–11 October 2026 • The Quaives, Kent

Because you deserve to be held too.

** Early bird offer available until June 16th

WHY THIS RETREAT EXISTS

I originally designed this retreat for mothers. The kind you and I work with every day — drowning in the impossible reality of modern motherhood, looking for a weekend that might let them put it down for once.

And then I realised who else was drowning. Us. The mothers who hold other mothers.

The therapists, doulas, perinatal workers, midwives, coaches and counsellors who spend our weeks sitting with women through the hardest work of their lives — and then come home to our own children, our own families, our own quiet exhaustion. Most of us doing this work alone. Holding stories we can never repeat. No real escape from the work, because at work we sit with women going through what we're going through, and at home we live the same issues we help our clients hold.

We love this work. And it takes more out of us than we like to admit.

So I changed direction. This retreat is for us first.

THE SHAPE OF THE WEEKEND

FRIDAY

Arrival from late afternoon. Settle into your room. A simple opening together. A welcome dinner with no agenda. Early to bed if you want.

SATURDAY MORNING

Wake when you wake. Breakfast when you're ready. Somatic practice with our visiting practitioner. A held conversation circle where each woman shares the story of why she came to this work, and what it means to her. Followed by a nourishing lunch.

SATURDAY AFTERNOON & EVENING

Long, unstructured. Walks, the hot tub, treatments, rest, conversation — whatever the moment calls for. A slow shared dinner of locally-sourced food.

SUNDAY

A slow wake. Breakfast in your own time. A final somatic session, with simple body-based practices you can take home. A closing circle to name what we're taking with us. A final shared lunch — and then goodbyes.

Out by early afternoon, home by evening.

time to unwind

A dedicated treatment space, separate from where you'll sleep and gather. Low light, warmth, the smell of oil and wood. Your one-on-one massage with our visiting therapist happens here.

For some of you, this room will be where the weekend lands most deeply in your body.

YOUR OWN DOOR TO CLOSE

A row of beautiful cottages and a Grade II listed manor house — each with its own quiet, each with rooms that feel like yours for the weekend. Some of you will sleep in a cottage. Some in a room in the main house where Christine McVie of Fleetwood Mac lived for twenty-five years. Whichever you're in, your room is yours alone.

Bring a book. Bring your own pillow if you want. Let the door close behind you whenever you need it to.

OUTSIDE, IN THE WARMTH

A wood-fired hot tub at the bottom of the garden. Open whenever you want it. Steam rising into the October air, your feet in the leaves, conversation with another woman or no one at all.

Some of you will spend hours here over the weekend. Some of you will use it once, late at night, alone. Both are right.

A room FOR THE BODY

A purpose-built studio at the heart of the estate. Warm wood, low light, glass walls looking out into the trees. This is where the body work happens — gentle yoga and somatic practice designed for your nervous system to settle, not your fitness to improve.

No experience needed. No flexibility required. Just space for your body to remember it's yours.

wild swimming

A wild swim right here on the estate, for those who fancy it. The kind of cold that catches your breath, then settles you. The kind that makes everything afterwards — the hot tub, a warm towel, a cup of tea by the fire — feel deeply earned.

Bring a costume and a thick towel if this is your thing.

Beautiful, locally-sourced food made with real care — proper breakfasts, long lunches, slow dinners with candles in the evening. Everything thought of, everything prepared. The kind of cooking that takes time and tastes like it.

You spend your weeks feeding everyone else. This weekend, someone else cooks for you.

your turn to be cooked for

a house with history

A Grade II listed manor at the heart of the estate. Old beams, log fires, the soft creak of wood. Christine McVie of Fleetwood Mac lived here for twenty-five years — and the bones of the house still feel like somewhere a person has properly lived in.

Your Questions, Answered