Standing outside Peter Krykant’s overdose prevention van is a depressing experience, brightened only by one man’s determination to do what he can to save lives.
It is two weeks till Christmas, freezing cold, and I’m wrapped up warm in woolly hat, gloves and thick, padded jacket.
It is not yet midday and two figures come rushing towards the van, shivering as they are not as wrapped up as I am.
One asks if there is anyone else in the van and when told “no” says “thank god, I’m desperate”.
They are both young, I wouldn’t be surprised if one is still in his teens.