Several years ago, before I jacked my job in and became a professional photographer, I worked in the city of Leeds for a law firm. There was a large court yard in the middle of several office blocks and one lunch time an elderly chap appeared sitting on a bench and weeping.

He was there every day for about 3 weeks, then he didn’t come anymore. I don’t now if anyone approached him and asked if he was OK (I didn’t – just felt that whatever he was grieving about was intensely personal and I would be intruding).