Driftwood

'I should've seen him. Felt him. Walking across the sand. His antlers, twisting, reaching up to the moon. But the Mariner didn't come. The Mariner didn't come.'

These are the shores of Vikings, Victorians, van drivers and visions.

The tide is out but the chips are hot.

Mark and Tiny go for walks along the beach at Seaton Carew, County Durham.

Their dad is dying, and their town is crumbling.

Family rifts and political divides try to pull them apart, and a figure made of driftwood stalks the shore at night.

A new play from Bruntwood Prize winner Tim Foley - Driftwood is an intoxicating and mystical play about love, belonging and the tides within us.