I get it. There are yoga classes in Sutton. Gyms with yoga on the timetable, studios that fill up with 30 people, places where the teacher doesn't know whether you've got a dodgy knee or you're six months pregnant. If that works for you, brilliant.
But quite a few of my students come from Sutton, and they keep coming back. They tell me it's because the class is small enough that I actually notice them. If something hurts, I adapt it. If they're having a rough week, I can tell. That doesn't happen in a room of 30 strangers.
My studio is at the end of my garden. It's warm, quiet, and deliberately small — max 10 people, usually about 8. My dad built the foundations when he was in his eighties. It's not fancy, but it's real. And it's only five minutes down the road from Sutton.