I live in a a small town with a small river running through it, and down stream from the supper markets and the park are flood plains, covered in nettles and dog walkers trails. On one side of the river is an overgrown field of broken bottles…

Reg has been caught again by the bottle this time he has nearly gone too far. He paralyzed with drink and hallucinating on the grog he sees his dead Uncle ................ Uncle The room was spinning, the cartwheels have come, He’s…