Onward – Vashti Bunyan

Crossing Rannoch Moor, Scotland. Late May 1969. Our days went walking by with no other souls, just us and the dogs and Bess and the wagon. A barren landscape of heather and moss which for me held nothing but cold dread – all that sky-wide space and featureless misty horizon. Exposure. As we stopped to … Continue reading Onward – Vashti Bunyan