How many times have you sat down for a quick breather on the local park bench, or taken in the stunning view before you, perhaps with a loved one by your side, and wondered just how many tales, how many stories the seat could impart, and how we would react.

A bench is not just a pew, it is arguably the means to an open-air confessional, a place where an argument can be aired without it escalating, where someone can unburden their soul and let the wind carry their thoughts to the farthest reaches; if confession is good for the soul then The Bench is a place in which to be seen to address the problems of your life in the modern age.