So, New Wine survived. I have encountered, and failed to be wrecked by, this charismatic poshstock. There was much to enjoy, and indeed savor, but also a bit of dodginess and weirdness. Will reflect before posting but I enjoyed the company of my co-Trendlewoodians immensely.
I do note however that New Wine is one of the few places in the world you can sing, in harmony with 2000 others, 'I won't let go until I feel your touch.' A few more lepers to be healed yet then.
Lips salved. Beard shaved off. Body showered. Sore bits anointed. Washing on. 587 emails deleted. Bit tired now.