The wheels squeaked on the trolley Dot pushed across the Quayside car park to her favourite spot. It was a damp summer evening but she knew the temperature would drop later. She needed to settle near the bins for protection from the elements and the clubbers pouring out and disturbing her sleep.

Dot had lived on the streets of Newcastle for several years. It wasn't out of choice; she'd fallen behind in her rent. Eviction is a cruel thing.

All was quiet,she pulled the sleeping bag around her as she prepared for the long night. A voice called out to her, she turned and saw several youths walking towards her.

'Wye, there's somethin' not right,' said one,' she aboot me granny's age.'

'Leave us a len,' she pleaded.

The youth handed her a fiver, 'Buy your'sell some grub pet.' He nodded, smiled and moved off with the others.