The writing also strikes a predominantly good balance between comedy and tragedy, something picked up excellently in two of the performances. Jessica Carroll's 12th century serving wench Mab is a wonderful confection, a strong regional accent and medieval dialect no obstacle to creating the most vivid of charactisations as she shares the tale of the capture of The Wild Man of Orford and her own tenuous place in the society of the local Duke. And Brett Brown's 70s scientist, the Antipodean Ben, is an engrossingly charming presence, breaking our hearts as he relives an especially painful chapter from his past.
It thus feels a little odd that the third character, Eva Traynor's contemporary Mog is so rooted in the tragedy of her particular dilemma. The empathy that comes so naturally for the other two is lacking here since the emotional timbre of her story, and consequently her performance, is too intensely grim when held up against the richness of personality coming from elsewhere. But there's no doubting the heartfelt sincerity that drives this production and its admirable simplicity in a world full of distractions.