Steven Freeman
’I’m a free man, a wild man and a potentially dangerous man, an angry self-propelling onion bomb, wielding an axe (so don’t get too close), getting worked up and warmed up for a long hard run.’ Thus speaks Sol, the self-styled ’ornamental hermit’ - in fact the warden of Black Sail Hut, a remote youth hostel in the Cumbrian Lake District. Cooking, wood-cutting fell-running, philosophising, drinking, day-dreaming, ranting and reminiscing, he relates the story of a season living and working at the special place that is Black Sail.
