No compass can orientate me here, only a pledge to love and walk the terrifying distances before me.

"For the next few miles I simply walk through the pastoral country of Chelser Park, Meadows of serenity. This landscape will take care of me. The open expanse of sky makes me realise how necessary it is to live without words, to be satisfied without answers, to simply be in a world where there is no wind, no drama. To find a place of rest and safety, no matter how fleeting it may be, no matter how illusory, is to regain composure and locate bearings. Picking up stones, I find myself adding to cairns."

Terry Tempest Williams (1995) Desert Quartet: An Erotic Landscape, pantheon Books, New York, p.12.