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The first thing I noticed when I stepped inside Roz’s cottage was that it had a good atmosphere. The energy felt light and creative. It also felt homely. I wasn’t expecting to be fed but, after making me a cup of tea, Roz set about cooking pasta for a late lunch. The house was as I had imagined it: cluttered with intriguing things. Chairs piled with papers. Books propped against the skirting boards. I was especially drawn to the Indian hangings on the walls.

After lunch, Roz put cushions on the front step so we could sit down. We looked out over the Mendip Hills. The last of the Spring sun was shining and I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time. The silence was soothing.

‘I’m not sure what you’re expecting, but I haven’t got these lessons set in stone or written down. I’ve never done this before, so I’ve got to learn to teach you just as you’ve got to learn what I’m teaching you.’

‘I’m trusting my instinct here – I’ve got a feeling about some people I want you to meet. An Australian couple have just arrived in England to see me and they are coming to Bath tomorrow. I think it would be a good idea for you to observe the meeting. They lost their daughter in the Bali bombing.’