Over the past few years, the tiny 19th century village of McGregor has fashioned itself as something of a centre for alternative healing and spirituality, attracting individuals in search of enlightenment, deeper meaning, or, at the very least, a temporary illusion thereof. Despite the subtle facelift, McGregor still has the quaint personality of a turn-of-the-century village where time has been sedated and priorities postponed to the day after tomorrow: preserved white-washed cottages doze in unkempt gardens, water trickles down old irrigation channels, and the streets are all potholed dirt.