As it turned out it was fortunate that we were delayed last night. Only twenty of us caught the shuttle up to Inverness so over a nice coffee and “ just one biscuit” we all found ourselves looking at the clouds in a strange , almost ethereal twilight where the clouds heaved up and down like a vast dark ocean above a sky of blue and pink and orange. It was simply….stunning, I can’t describe just how beautiful it was, I really can’t. Anyhow, Ruth is part of the famous Findhorn Community ( https://www.findhorn.org/ ) here And is spending her time gardening in the allotments and poly tunnels as she heals after the death of her mother. She knows the foundation and many of the community well and lives a simple life in a 1970s Scandinavian-sequel caravan deep in the woods, not far from the sea. I do feel that I’m on a TV set of the scandi thriller and am just waiting for “ Helmi” to be walking past, donned in a beautifully knitted top and platt to die for....
