The Way of the Hermit

Subconsciously,I pressed myself into the loch’s banks as that summer inched forward. We’d got off to a rocky beginningbut I started to see Treig in a different way. There was something about this land that told me just to hold on a while longer. It might’ve been just a whisper at the timebut I knew it was definitely worth heeding. I just knew that was it. This was the place. Seventy-four-year-old Ken Smith has spent the past four decades in the Scottish Highlands. His home is a log cabin nestled near Loch Treigknown as \