In the dead of night a can clinks along the cobblestones. Chunky effluent spews into the Mead River, fouling the city’s only water supply…
What would the founders of Greymead have thought, seeing the waste, filth, and degradation that now calls itself a city? Is this what their hard labour bought? In the midst of the mire there is a family, their dreams of the future not yet broken by the crushing weight of reality.
They’ve saved and borrowed to buy a tiny single room, a tarpaulin roofed lean-to in SloBlo and want to make it into a home…
Welcome to Grand Designs.