I spent the better part of a morning filming the men in the tannery as they worked hides. It looked like a scene from an Hieronymus Bosch painting; men engaged in gruelling hard work, often chest deep in pits of foul smelling hides soaking in tanning solution. The tannery also seemed to be where quite a few men with mental health problems either lived or stayed. The longer I was there, the more visually fascinating it became however it was no surprise it never make the finished film.