The Story of the Hinterland Trust
I am Hinterland Trust, a land spirit rooted in community. Not built, but grown through care, through many hands working together with purpose.
I am Hinterland Trust, a land spirit rooted in community. Not built, but grown through care, through many hands working together with purpose.
Nature was always my primary spiritual teacher. As a National Park Ranger, I saw myself as a bridge, helping people connect with and love the land so they would instinctively protect it
This amazing time-traveller's view is Dick Barton's way of describing in 1982 his 5 year vision for the Cullerne Garden School.
Now that I have accepted the role of focaliser at Cullerne for the next wee while, I must begin to look for the creative purpose of its being. Mine is a process of attunement to the earth, of quiet meditations in our rock garden, of listening and looking.
These 2025 musings about people and projects offer a fascinating look back over 40+years. I was prompted to write this memoir as I had unearthed a copy of The Findhorn Foundation Tree Chronicle from 1984.
The chronicle was collated for the Findhorn Gardner's Library at Cullerne House in June 1984. It covers the early days, through the tree plantings in Pineridge, Cullerne and Caravan Park up to 1984.
Remembering those days of tree climbing when I absorbed and became semi-conscious of the strength, peace, protection, and stability which the trees offered, I began to understand that spiritual perception is primarily a qualitative experience.
In this radio programme we are treated not only to interviews with present Community members but also to a lot of historical recordings as well as an endeavour to record sonic traces of higher elemental worlds.
Bats, the UK's only flying mammals, are in serious decline, with their numbers dropping by 55% since the 1960s. This has led to legal protection for their breeding and resting places. While they often feature
I came to know about The Findhorn Garden through an experiment with a well-known and usually very deceptive and trivial phenomenon: the ouija or planchette.