In fairness, it’s not remotely new aged or hocus-pocus. grubby realist in style if anything. Lots of wild pooing, blisters, and Ray continually horrified by her increasingly haggard, sunburnt appearance.
RW’s depiction of hocus-pocus Glastonbury, where they stop for a rest while driving to leave their van with a friend before starting the walk, is extremely hostile, if anything, featuring a vitriolic account of a well-spoken, suspiciously clean beggar they think is faking for money, and an event that involves some kind of guided meditation with angels which involves lying on the floor and which apparently makes Moth’s condition so much worse they have to spend a fortnight at their friend’s house, rather than a night.
After which RW says something very tart about ‘outstaying their welcome’, which struck me as a mean thing to say about someone who’d taken you in for two weeks and let you leave your van on her drive.
It’s definitely not a gently hippy
The revelations make a lot more sense of some off the oddities of the book, like her anger and bitterness about many people who ‘help’ them, and the fact that she chooses to describe shoplifting food when they’re hungry which I think is a veiled reference to her theft of the £64 k — ‘We needed it more than they did!) and that scene where someone’s dog jumps up on her in a village, she drops their remaining coins and is trying to find them in the gutter while the dog’s owner thinks she’s a drunk tramp, and some child picks up a pound to buy icecream.
There’s a genuine sense of grievance against the world, which doesn’t understand their plight. It’s possible her logic when stealing from her employer was similar, especially if it was to get them out of some financial pickle.