Walking, exercising the right to be free

Rumney spent much of his life living as a wanderer, and was variously described as both a ‘recluse’ and a ‘media whore’, seeing his existence as a ‘permanent adventure and endless experiment.’ He moved, as his friend Guy Atkins said, “between penury and almost absurd affluence. One visited him in a squalid room in London’s Neal Street, in a house shared with near down-and-outs. Next, one would find him in Harry’s Bar in Venice, or at a Max Ernst opening in Paris. He seemed to take poverty with more equanimity than riches.”

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