After seven years during which he’d never been out of the world’s microscopic gaze, his only need was the comfort of his wife, and daughters Heather and Mary.He would say later that, in his despair, he flirted with hard drugs while there, but that would have been only a momentary aberration as Linda, Mull and Mother Nature, in all the kindness of her sometimes inclement weather on the Mull, set about healing him. ‘I’m not some kind of hermit or recluse with a long beard having an awful time,’ he told me that day. ‘It’s a tramp’s life and I can wear the same shirt for ages up there. I need to get with the earth a bit. I love nature.’
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