So it’s actually called Accredited Diploma in Hypnotherapy, Practitioner and Master Practitioner of NLP and NLP Life Coaching. If you want me to blog about it don’t expect me to call it that. Life’s too short.
Iain and the dogs were staying in Aviemore, a couple of miles from the course venue, for the duration so we’d driven up the previous day and I’d stayed overnight in the cottage that was to be their temporary home. On the way up, the snow the weatherman had promised put in an appearance, and by the time we reached our lunch stop at House of Bruar, the
overpriced shopping outlet luxury designer shopping experience in Perthshire, it had formed a thick white covering. The dogs loved this, running, jumping and rolling like puppies
The following day, we had a walk around Aviemore while the snow continued to fall, after which I said my fond farewells to Iain and the dogs and set off, with some degree of anxiety, for Avingormack, home of Motivation Training.
Motivation Training is run by Canadian-born Matthew Ferguson – public school educated, former follower of the hippy trail, reformed City Trader – who provides the Training, and his wife Jan who provides the Motivation in the form of food. It was Jan who greeted me on arrival. I have thought long and hard about how to describe her and the best I can come up with is like Mary Poppins but without the friendly chimney sweep with the bad Cockney accent. Or the singing. Or the animated dancing penguins. (Younger readers may prefer to think of Nanny McPhee without the warty nose).
Seriously, Jan sometimes really did seem like a nanny trying to control a brood of unruly children. Which sort of makes Matthew the equivalent of Mr Banks (or whatever Colin Firth’s character was called in Nanny McPhee) which only works if there’s a secret X-rated version in which Mr Banks swears a lot (and I mean a lot) and rants about Donald Trump at every possible opportunity. I don’t think this version of Mary Poppins exists, but please feel free to correct me if you know otherwise.
Anyway, by the end of our stay I think we were all a little bit in love with Jan. My fondest memory is of seeing her walk past the window with a snow shovel in one hand and a teapot in the other. I have no idea what she intended to do with them but she clearly had a plan.
Of the eight people signed up for the course, five of us were staying in the house, two lived nearby and were therefore travelling from home each day, and one had been forced to cancel as a result of illness. Over the next couple of hours, I met the other four residents – Marta, a Polish beautician from London, Lisamarie, a former psychiatric nurse from Glasgow, Andy, a business coach who spent a large part of his life in Australia and New Zealand but now lives in Kent, and John, also from Glasgow, also a trained psychiatric nurse, who had the misfortune of being my room-mate. I don’t intend to say too much about the people I met on the course – we shared a lot of quite personal information which I don’t think it would be appropriate to publish in a blog. If any of you are reading this and would like me to correct or remove anything, please let me know and I will be happy to oblige. Apart from the bit about Matthew swearing a lot – I’m not removing that.
We had our evening meal together, chatted about what had brought us to the course, then drifted off to bed, either exhausted after our journeys or, as in my case, wanting to be fresh for the challenges of the next few days.