Blackpool pals before Findhorn, summer 1968, Carly, Matthew, Mik.

Early Spring 1970 my friends and I in Blackpool, Lancashire were wondering where our pal Ian was. We knew he’d gone to Scotland to see his Granny but why was he away so long ? Then one rainy Saturday he showed up at Len and Sheila’s house literally glowing. Turned out he’d been hanging out with “a bunch of little old psychic ladies and an Air Force officer” in a community further north. He regaled us with tales of giant vegetables, nature spirits and really good food. He handed me a book he’d “borrowed” from the library there and I saw the name “Findhorn Trust” stamped inside the cover with a library number. At that moment I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I’d be going up there myself. Not only did the name “Findhorn” resonate along my spine like a deep gong but it was clearly organized enough to have a library with a Dewey decimal filing system. Five months later …..

Photo: Findhorn, Summer 1971, Mik, Phil, Ian, Mathew, Len (Adam), Carly’s sister Sarah, Carly (Carol) in center, Angela, Sheila, Gwendy, Gareth.

Carly Newfeld