Posted on Nov 10, 2014 in Blog | 0 comments

Heading up to Findhorn , famed spiritual centre ,right on the northern coast of Scotland, we drove up from the Midlands. We crossed the Scottish Border and it was getting late so we looked for somewhere to camp.
We spotted a quiet river and although it must have been someone’s land , there were no buildings for miles so we drove down the slope opened the unlocked gate , put the tent up and made a fire.
we cooked some good veggie fare and I got my acoustic guitar out and Simon my travelling companion, got his tabla drums out.

we sat by the quiet river and started to play into the dusk. As we started to get into it I noticed birds swooping around our heads and circling above ..simon and I started to smile and carried on playing…

fish started jumping in the water in front of us and then there was a loud rustling sound on the far side of the bank across the river …
“What’s going on ?” I said
the rustling became louder until the inquisitive head of a cow popped through the greenery. ..then another and another..

“It seems we have an audience “,I remarked to Simon

they seemed to like it so we played on for our appreciative audience accompanied by the odd harmonic moo…

twould seem my songs do sooth the wild beasties…

we retired for the night though the cows did request an encore of “she danced on the water ” and a few bats had joined the evening fun.

at 5am we were rudely awakened by a gamekeeper and his assistant who were checking we weren’t poaching fish and informed us this was private property and we were now locked in and would have to report to the local police station to contact the laird and get the gate unlocked…

after a mild panic I ran to the gate and although they’d locked it to teach us a lesson not to trespass it miraculously fell open and we quickly continued our Scottish adventure…

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