Set against the decayed elegance of a house in London’s Hampstead Heath, in No Man’s Land two men face each other over a drink. Do they know each other, or is each performing an elaborate character of recognition? Their ambiguity - and the comedy -intensify with the arrival of two younger men, the one ostensibly a manservant, the other a male secretary.

All four inhabit a no man’s land between time present and time remembered, between reality and imagination - a territory which Pinter explores with his characteristic mixture of biting wit, aggression, and anarchic sexuality.

This will be a regional premiere.