Midway through taking a dump on his compost loo, disenfranchised loner Liam is affronted by Daniel Bloomberg, the local aristocrat. They couldn't be any more different: he's a Tory, Liam's a lefty; Daniel's a southerner, Liam's a northerner; Daniel's rich, Liam lives hand-to-mouth; Daniel's indirect, Liam's straight forward. But they're both men, they're both lonely and they both carry wounds. Thirty something Maya seeks connection through polyamory. She hasn't had sex for forever ... or at least four weeks. Then along comes Troy to one of her Conscious Movement dance evenings. He's edgy, blunt, scary, perfect for scratching an itch. That is until he gets the insane idea they're in a relationship. Troy's trying his best to go straight, do the right thing. He's in therapy, goes to an anger management group and has a direct line to God, but is this enough to stop him going back to his old ways? Meredith's life has become dull and boring,...