Had another lovely day in Findhorn at the conference which included papers and discussions on the kibbutz and Eco villages in Congo Africa. The latter was particularly uplifting and the work being described like a beacon in a very dark place.
Afterwards I went for a walk by the dunes and smelt this amazing smell that was like coconut oil. I released it was the broom, which I have found out is the same as gorse. Where I come from in Norfolk we called it gorse but I think it is called broom in this part of the world. I also saw a patch of blue sky and given that I have seen it so rarely in these last few days I took a picture of it.
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