Book 6 – Connecting

It’s 1984.

The temperature’s dropping as I leave London, bound for Scotland, and possible membership of the prestigious Findhorn Foundation.

It’s been a dream to become a fully-fledged member, and though a rigorous process, success came.

It wasn’t long before both my organisational and creative skills were recognised and nurtured.

But – even though the change of scenery was dramatic, and the sights and visits brilliant, the weather, oh! the weather.

Australia, sunshine, and home begins to look very appealing.