Lee is a grown man with a sweet tooth and a mild case of uniform fetish. A phone call from a distant hospital summons him to the bedside of his father, Arthur; a man he barely knew. He seeks solace in his father's nurses, despite being told they attend mandatory training on not dating the bereaved. With Rita, he discovers she's more interested in Jesus. With Ann, Lee finds himself on random circling routes along country roads, looking for her missing dog Quincy. When his eccentric mother Pet shows up, she starts to spill gin and family secrets. Do these explain why their only photo of Arthur is a shadow cast from behind the camera?

A love story – intimate, warm, drily humorous - about the missing parts of our lives, and the things we fill them with.

"Haunting... account of lives struck by loss and threatened by love... a singular voice."— John Williams, author of The Cardiff Trilogy

"Demonstrates a proper allegiance to the peripheries... a supple intelligence: a sprightly, welcome voice in a time of stalled metaphors and gassy rhetoric." — Iain Sinclair