'In Nottamun Town not a soul to be seen, not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down.'
A black comedy based in the dystopian future where archaeology has been banned . . .
"Truth may perhaps come to the price of a pearl, that showeth best by day; but it will not rise to the price of a diamond or a carbuncle, that showeth best in varied lights. The mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure . . ." - Francis Bacon
Set in a highly realistic dystopic future, where the lowlands of Britain are flooded, this beautifully-realised novel explores a world where archaeology is banned for fear of social unrest.
One bleak morning, a storm across the North Sea unveils a human skull, which is to precipitate a series of events that changes the lives of those involved. And it is the Inglish, a remnant tribe eking out an existence on the edge of Europe, who will be affected the most.
This is a compelling vision of England as it might be in the not-so-distant future.
