Holy Island: Spring Section

I don’t think I’ve been to Holy Island in that particular slice of Spring before. There seems to be a week just towards the beginning of May where the bracken is still slender and shy and there are bluebells all over the Island. And so many foals and lambs, I wonder what they’re all going to eat through the year.

It was also a wonderful group. Small but perfectly formed. There’s all sorts of growing pains in the Island – natural in any community that is coming up to its 4th birthday – but it’s still the most conducive place I’ve ever encountered for learning meditation. Safe, harmless and nurturing.


  1. RoosBay

    June 5, 2008 at 2:09 pm

    Are horses really wild on Holy Isle? The pictures of them are beautiful but I thought wild horses had died out in the British Isles.

  2. alistair

    June 5, 2008 at 5:07 pm

    yes – the horses are completely wild. they get born and die without any human intervention.
    they were brought to the island in the 70s as an enviromental experiment about population
    growth by Glasgow University. they and a couple of pairs of sheep and goats. All the populations
    have got bigger and bigger – it will be interesting to see what happens to them in the future.

    As far as I know the New Forest, Dartmoor and the Shetlands also have their own herds of wild

  3. RoosBay

    June 6, 2008 at 9:42 am

    Thats fantastic! I had no idea wild populations existed. I hope they continue to be healthy and strong for many years to come.

  4. Athol McLaggan

    June 9, 2008 at 9:53 pm

    In complete contrast, there is also a herd of wild horses in the southern part of the Namib Desert in Namibia.It is remarkable to see how they have survived and maintained a healthy population in very difficult circumstances.

  5. jen

    June 30, 2008 at 8:46 pm

    So lovely to come across your amazing pictures of possibly
    my favourite place on earth. I always go to the Island
    at this time of year – Springtime – when the gorse smells
    of coconut suntan oil and the eiderducks hang around the
    shoreline gossiping, sounding like Frankie Howard.
    Thank you.

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