When I was living in an ashram in the Himalayan foothills of India at the start of this year, everything I needed seemed to exist in my little bedroom from a small portable heater to keep me warm in winter, to a variety of outfits for my daily yoga classes, to a small kettle I bought in the holy town of Rishikesh
It was so basic that I used to joke that my kettle had special ‘skills’ because it would charmingly whistle and do a little dance on my desk, sometimes blowing off its aluminium top before the water came to a boil.