Living a Simple Life, meet the Daft Hermit

Hey everyone! I am so delighted to welcome the Daft Hermit on my blog. I met him on Facebook through one of my friends, who shared one of his statuses. I added him as a friend, and got blown away by his spirit and giggled like mad at his sense of humor!

He lives a simple life surrounded bythe gorgeous Scottish Highlands, and shares all about how simplicity can make life infinitely better. He is also a great conservationist, protector of the earth mother, starting with picking up rubbish people dump at the road that passes by what he affectionately calls his hovel. He now has published a book on Living a Simple Life,filled with his wisdom and gorgeous photography.

I asked him for an interview because I feel a lot of people need the inspiration to simplify that he provides.Here we go!

How did you come to live a simple life?

It was a long journey but after leaving the army and trying to live a NORMAL life . one day i heard a report from Stonehenge about some travellers there , i went over and after talking to a few people went back to Southampton collected a few things gave everything else away and headed out onto the open road , just me and my wee dog Craig…Ever since then i have been trying to get back to a simple life , taking from the modern world ie laptop , solar panels etc but mostly looking back for inspiration… Now after giving up driving i am going down the road of horse darwn and plan to build my own mobile wee hovel , A simple life..

Can you describe a typical day for you?

A typical day in the life of a wee hermit , well no such thing really , every day is different and i get to meet people from all across the globe stopping in for a wee chat and the odd picture or two, but most days it will be getting the fire going ( to make the bread etc for the day ), most of my time is taking up with my crafts ie wee tales , film making etc ..

Has your spirituality changed now you have simplified your life?

aye living a simple life means i have more time to see the wonders all around , gathering your own water for example means you gain a respect to how valuable it is and that lesson spans across my whole life now.

How about creativity? Do you create more now you have changed your life?

aye with regards creativity my mind never stops and going at the pace i do i am never short of ideas in fact i have the opposite to writers block .

How did your book come to life? Did you start with collecting writings? Or did you start as a photographer first?

The book was born over many years of wee tales i have written and put away in my mind , then a few years back i got a camera and laptop and together the whole journey to finishing a book began..

What one piece of advice would you give someone who wants a simple life but has no idea how to start?

reaching out to a simple life is easy in so many ways but above all you have to want to do it , then simply take the first step believe in your dream and go for it ..

Can you share something from your book with us?

Here is wee tale from my book

The Final leap

With the North wind howling outside it is lovely to have my feet resting near to the burner on a wee log and dreaming the dream of days gone bye..

A wee story comes to mind of a day by the river ,not long ago

So as the snow outside retreats up the ben ,no longer a carpet of pure white snow more a thread bare rug discarded across the glen.

let me tell you of a day in the magical mountains of SCOTLAND.

As i made my way down the moss covered bank i pushed gently on the silver birch branch in front of me..

I knew at once this was a place i wanted to sit and watch a while

a wee golden pool at the foot of a waterfall was visible through the wood lined banks

The silver birch was in full leafed splender and here and there spindly branches leaned out across the peaty water and dipped there tips into the warm water.

The sky above was filled with a moon so large that it felt you could leap on it and go for a night ride across the sky .

the wee river leading from the pool was bubbling and dancing around large rocks in it’s way under the moon light

as i made my way to the edge of the pool i could see some slight movement from the surface of the pool so i carefully took my seat and focused on the spot

for the next couple of seconds nothing stirred in this wee piece of heaven ,then YES

i was sure it is .it is a salmon one of the monarchs of the mountains a fish that i believe embodies all about us Scots.

a great wanderer a fighter and such passion to reach the place of its birth

So as i sat there every nerve a tingle ,the joy at being able to witness the return of this great fish

his head out of the water looking at the waterfall for the way forward over this last great barrier to the pool of his birth less than 20 yards away.

The journey he had just completed seemed to flash in his eye a journey off thousands of oceanic miles or more, perils and dangers than he cared not to think off,the day he had finally spotted the river estuary but he had made it and with a final sum of his energy he knew he would be there soon..

he seemed to gaze at me for a split second then with all his reserved energy he began to climb out of the water twisting this way and that in an effort to release all the energy at one single explosion and almost as if in slow motion he gained high first one foot then another and just as it seemed he would make it he fell backwards into the pool

I watched as for a couple of minutes no movement on the pool i feared he had used all his energy and with a hint off sadness i looked to the moon still beaming still beaming how many times had you seen this journey i thought .

Then a slight movement in the golden bubbly waters and i knew he was back (like i said a true SCOT) the battle was not over and with an even more dramatic burst of power he leapt clean 3 foot in the air and with the moon shinning brighter as if in encouragement a final splash at the surface he made it and with a quick glance backwards to me he headed to the pool of his birth there in the magical mountains of the northern country of Scotland..

he seemed to gaze at me for a split second then with all his reserved energy he began to climb out of the water twisting this way and that in an effort to release all the energy at one single explosion and almost as if in slow motion he gained high first one foot then another and just as it seemed he would make it he fell backwards into the pool

I watched as for a couple of minutes no movement on the pool i feared he had used all his energy and with a hint off sadness i looked to the moon still beaming still beaming how many times had you seen this journey i thought .

Then a slight movement in the golden bubbly waters and i knew he was back (like i said a true SCOT) the battle was not over and with an even more dramatic burst of power he leapt clean 3 foot in the air and with the moon shinning brighter as if in encouragement a final splash at the surface he made it and with a quick glance backwards to me he headed to the pool of his birth there in the magical mountains of the northern country of Scotland..

Then a slight movement in the golden bubbly waters and i knew he was back (like i said a true SCOT) the battle was not over and with an even more dramatic burst of power he leapt clean 3 foot in the air and with the moon shinning brighter as if in encouragement a final splash at the surface he made it and with a quick glance backwards to me he headed to the pool of his birth there in the magical mountains of the northern country of Scotland..

then from nowhere fish first one or two then what seemed hundreds filled the pool and started to scale the waterfall from all angles fish leapt and failed the jump then more would leap and some succeeded this seem to send more and more hope until they seemed to take the barrier in their stride but a few with every ounce of energy spent drifted to the bank DEAD and DYING ..

at that moment i was about to get and go home when from the corner off my eye two huge yellow things seemed to fall from the sky

the moon was hidden behind a wandering cloud but still enough light escaped to allow me to see what it was

An eagle larger and more colourful than i have ever seen swooped legs stretched out talons at the ready ,wings folded back plummeted through the gap in the trees and with an amazing accuracy landed on one of the floundering fish and gently came to earth his meal well and truly secure

With a loud call that reverberated across the glen he tucked into his meal one monarch feeding another. the way it has always been.

GO FOR YOUR DREAMS ….

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