Some people run away to join the circus. But when life all gets a bit much, I dream of running away to join Sr Camilla and her merry band of nuns, deep in the heart of Norfolk.
I have, in fact, escaped my own particular circus — the exhausting juggle of work and raising a young family with never enough childcare — to spend a few days with the sisters of the Community of Our Lady of Walsingham. There, in one of the two shepherd’s huts in their grounds, I crashed out for several hours, then rose to join in with whichever of the offices of the day took my fancy, before returning to my hermitage to write.
