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“What was I doing, walking these long roads every day, with trucks hurtling by our tiny wagon, and my dog in danger? If anybody had asked me, I would not have known what to say. I'm just leaving London never to return, I would maybe have said. I'm going to learn how to make my own kind of life away from the madness of war and injustice - even if the madness is in me and the war has always been playing out in my head.”
― Vashti Bunyan, Wayward: Just Another Life to Live

“Months of walking the road and living on the ground had given me a way of looking at the world around me which from here might seem childlike, I do know that.

It wasn't that the hills and road and trees became like people in my head, but more that I felt no different to them and saw them all as living and being, possessing some kind of relation to each other - and to me.

Outside I had become a part of my surroundings rather than a player within them. That beetles should have as much of a right to be here as I do had always been obvious to me, but actually living in the same place as them had an effect. It made me hesitate, move them carefully from where I wanted to sit down.”
― Vashti Bunyan, Wayward: Just Another Life to Live