I worked in advertising for more than fifteen years; spending my days debating whether the Jolly Green Giant should extend his vocabulary beyond ‘ho, ho, ho’ and my evenings in front of the telly eating Marks & Spencer ready meals for one. One day I decided to give it all up in favour of a quest for life’s deeper meaning in the yoga schools of India. I would become a yoga goddess with zero body fat and a retinue of male followers. Of course things didn’t work out quite as planned but although I came home with all my body fat and no retinue of male followers, ironically I met my man just a few months later - he turned out to live 7 minutes walk from me - in west hampstead. Together we discovered our spiritual homeland – the county of Norfolk - and bought a farmhouse there. Now I divide my time between writing (i have just given my agent a third book) and searching for life’s deeper meaning in the region’s many ‘après yoga’ hot spots.