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Findhorn ( or Inbhir Èireann) is a village in Moray, Scotland. It is located on the eastern shore of Findhorn Bay and immediately south of the Moray Firth. Findhorn is 3 miles (5 km) northwest of Kinloss, and about 5 miles (9 km) by road from Forres.
The Findhorn Foundation, an educational charity with its associated ecovillage, is located to the south of the village.
Findhorn may refer to:
- Toponyms re northern Scotland:
- Findhorn, village
- Findhorn Bay
- River Findhorn
- Institutions connected with the village
- Findhorn Foundation, an intentional community
- Findhorn Ecovillage
- Other:
- HMS Findhorn (K301), a ship of the Royal Navy
- Viscount Stuart of Findhorn
Usage examples of "findhorn".
A practical man, our captain, Findhorn thought, not given to expressions of good luck or similar flim-flam.
Arkin climbed in, and Findhorn felt an indeterminate number of hands heaving him into the boat.
As they raced out from under the overhanging ice the rope ladder scraped alongside and Findhorn, in a moment of pure insanity, leaped at it.
Through the driving snow Findhorn glimpsed violently flapping tents and snow-driven huts.
And then, about three hundred feet down, the shaft was opening up and Findhorn jumped onto flat ice at the end of a short tunnel.
He had time to glimpse a tiny boat with two petrified faces looking up, and beyond it the misty outline of the icebreaker, and dominating all a massive, ice-speckled black wave, a malign, living entity taller than the ship, and in the seconds while he somersaulted towards the Arctic water, Findhorn knew he was about to die.
She leaned over him and for the first time Findhorn saw something long, thin and metallic in her hand.
The ship was rolling up and down the big waves, and each time it reached a crest Findhorn saw icebergs scattered over the sea like ships in an armada.
While Findhorn was being helped into a chair he caught the eyes of the Dubliner.
A nod so imperceptible that Findhorn wondered if he had really seen it, and then he was through the gates and into the streets.
They seek him here, they seek him there, they seek yon Findhorn everywhere.
Back in his room, Findhorn slipped off his clothes and slid under the cold sheets.
The address was in Dundee Street, which Findhorn remembered as a down-market part of the city.
She held the lapels of her green dressing gown together and blinked at Findhorn curiously.
Stefi led Findhorn ahead to a small room draped with psychedelic curtains and furnished with a low table, candles and cushions, but no chairs.