Jemima and I are back from Holy Island. We broke the journey at Samye Ling, the Buddhist centre near Lockerbie, Scotland.
Lorenzo inspecting a shrine at Samye Ling.
We travelled on the next day to Ardrosson on the Ayr coast and caught the ferry to Arran and then we were whisked away by a small motor boat to Holy Island.
I had misread the course content. It was all meditation. No yoga. That's all right. We could do with some meditation.
This is Sarah our teacher in full flow during one of the sessions. She also happens to be my yoga teacher. We had an awful lot of rain, but this was one of the few times we managed to get outside for a lesson.
The day for us started at 7.30 when we had a 45 minute silent meditation in the Shrine Room. This was followed by breakfast and at 9.30 lessons and meditation up until lunch time. After lunch we had an hour to relax and have a kip -
- Lorenzo having a rest on her bunk - then at 2.45 we had an hour meditation broken after half an hour for a stretch, and then straight back into it. At 4.00 we had more teaching until supper at 6.00. At 7.00 there was Chenrezi in the Shrine Room, and then to bed ready for the morning start.
We also managed to get out for walks if the weather permitted. All the animals on the island are wild but they seem to like to congregate near the centre.
This heron had hurt his wing, not badly enough to stop him fishing and flying, but it was a bit disabling for him. He spent a lot of time just sitting on the fence at the centre and watching what was going on. He appeared to have no fear at all.
This Oyster Catcher was seen strutting about in front of the centre most of the time. There were plenty of flocks of Oyster Catchers for him to join if he chose, but he seemed to prefer hanging out with the Buddhists.
The sheep and goats love to be on the stoney sea shore.
The horses are totally wild, but there again, they do seem to like being near the centre. I did manage to let a young and rather curious colt smell my fingers and he let me rub his velvety nose!
Jemima investigating St Molaise's cave. St Molaise lived in this cave in the 6th Century, next to the Holy Spring where the waters are said to be very holy and healing.
Some of the people on the course.
More people on the course.
A bit of tai chi one afternoon by the sea.
If the clouds lifted in the evening, we got some spectacular skies.
And I can't finish without the inevitable birdie for Maalie.