Fred Barton
By Peter Please from his book Holine-A British Journey: Bulletins from the Wayside (1997) Fred was a father to me, the first person to call me 'gardener'. In appearance he was the grand gnome, stoutly
STORM PETREL
Old Willie Dawson, with his puckered cheeks, inch-long bristly eyebrows and his shock of grey hair topped by a battered leather trilby, was the character of the caravan park. He had lived there well before
Peter Caddy in the Garden
I knew Peter Caddy, the co-founder of Findhorn, as a tall, restless figure often seen walking at speed along the warren of pathways in the caravan park. I usually avoided him. I never knew what
SOME FINDHORN STORIES
Here are some pieces from my book, Holine: A British Journey (Bulletins from the Wayside) Away Publications. Peter Please. 'Everyone here may be cool on the surface but underneath there is a cry for help.'
Richard St Barbe Baker
There is a kind of logic that I should glimpse this gentleman visionary in that other place of visions, Findhorn. That a recluse living in a tumbledown keeper's cottage in a wood knew this man
