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“EXCUSE ME, AM I NEAR A FARM?” I’m cycling up a hill in Byron Bay, on a  35-degree day, asking passers-by for directions. While most people come to the beach to ride the waves, I’ve come all the way from London to search for fields — because my astrologer told me to.

Eventually, the stars align and I alight at a sign that simply reads: The Farm. As I  turn off the main road, I come across a  field of bright sunflowers. It’s an unexpected haven of joy, especially when I find out the rustic barn is a  restaurant where all the food, from the slow-roasted beetroot to the harissa cauliflower, is mindfully created. I realise my astrologer has led me to a true Taurean paradise.

Growing up, I didn’t pay much attention to my horoscope. I vaguely identified with the Taurean stereotype of being a stubborn food-lover, but that was about