First there is the fun of getting seated. The audience enters a wood, treads through a thick carpet of bark and cones and hunkers down on logs and stumps. On your face you will feel the rains of a storm that invades the forest. You will feel the panicked reverberations of the deer hunt, the shock of gunfire. Your neck will stretch as you watch trees scaled. You will taste the fear. You will smell the evil. You will share the agony and the repentance.

depite the temptation to reduce a big, difficult story about evil to a slight easy piece about class, the sheer size and grandeur of the story keeps surging to the surface, through the pure magic of the set, the dark subtlety and strained organ notes of David McGregor’s sound, the fearless stylised choreography of the deer-hunt and of Duror’s terrible dreams, the immaculate and moving performances of Tam Dean Burn, of Laurie Ventry as the careworn Neil, and, above all, of Kenneth Glenaan as Calum.