We are invited as seemingly invisible guests into an old man’s world on his allotment. This is his serene and private place, surrounded by garden forks, bonfires and worn-out boots on bean sticks. We glimpse his lonely but graceful contemplations as he wanders in his peaceful isolation, leading us to consider his past while he meditates on his future. Through his actions on finding a dead mouse, we get a swell of poignancy, a hint at the wisdom and dignity which is allowed to blossom in his quiet world.