It’s freezing cold in the depth of a recession - we all need some comfort, and Lorraine Bowen went out of her way to provide some. Yet this was not passive entertainment, rather an experience we were invited to indulge in.

Bowen had gathered a group of super-talented friends, all charged with promoting our comfort; the flat above The Nightingale had been transformed into nine separate zones for the purpose. We trooped delightedly through them.

In the “Comfy Kitchen”, round a farmhouse table, we sampled Chef Alice’s home-cooked roast potatoes, and apple crumble and custard.

In small groups we shared our own personal comfort zones (dogs, hot chocolate and rain on window panes); in Erica Sosna’s life-coaching session we stepped out of the comfort zone we first created with silk scarves.

We watched 91-year-old cheeky chappy George reminiscing in Kate Sullivan’s film upon his career as a gymnast, and observed tips on correct posture. Bowen’s short film on Bexhill on Sea evoked the comfort of yesteryear available in vintage shops.

We performed warm-up exercises to Swing Fit, recorded in 1968 in the Queen’s English.

We formed a homely knitting circle, then listened to Mick Jackson’s short story.

Charlotte Glasson’s improvisation with a loop box and a host of instruments (and a saw!) was stunning and mesmerising.

All this, plus the inimitable Lorraine Bowen filling in with silly songs – played on her famous Casio organ.

It was creative, audacious and hilarious, a comfort zone with the highest recommendation.