Morecambe Town Hall. Summer

There is what appears to be a 1930's building in the background, it is the height of municipality. It reeks of a civic world long gone. In the middle distance there is a lawn with a small 'park' consisting of some concrete benches and flower beds. These are at a lower level to the town hall. The soil is black, it looks freshly turned over and the flowers are too far apart to add much joy to the scene. On one of the benches sits a man. He is alone and he is slumped. The day is grey, but warm. The man is not dressed for the temperature. He wears a thick sports coat. He is very still. Head in hands.

In the foreground, the lawns rise up again to meet the viewer and a final flower bed. Same freshly turned soil. Same sparse planting. The flowers bloom but the leaves are sickly looking. Yellowing. Every single plant in the row looks poisoned.