Within the backdrop of the trials and trepidations of changing morals and manners in a world plunged into globalisation and compliance to the governance of the free market, from humble beginnings Martin Harding is a figure in the landscape wondering what he had lacked to slow down the maddening velocity that propelled him through life. His zest for a better life breaking bonds that tie people together, resulting in painful repercussions in later life when help would be required. There are winners and losers in life. It is unfair but nature is not sentimental while God never promised heaven on earth. Everyone has known friends who have gone off the radar, disappeared, never heard off again. Did they reach their promised land or did fate divert them. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time is a throw of the dice unforeseeable by Man. Old friends are forgotten, presumed lost. A remindful depiction of how the fabric that holds society together can rapidly fall away allowing primeval forces to surface.
On the morning of his departure, he got up, had breakfast, washed, dressed, looked in the hallway mirror, half smiled, and with butterflies in the stomach opened the front door and left. Once on the road there would be no turning back. Good-byes had been said and all his wealth exchanged for goods required for a long expedition to head into a world in the search for a better life…