A collection of stories dedicated to the history of the author's native land, Northamptonshire. The stories are arranged in chronological order, from 4000 BC. to 1996, that is, Moore's then modern day. This is a whole scattering of styles and eras - in the first text the reader is greeted with a primitive club to the head by the stylistically complex babble of a boy from Don Sheire, who confuses dreams and reality and does not understand anything at all, and in the last the hero becomes Moore himself, who sits among a pile of books on the history of Northampton and, grinning postmodernistically, smokes wittily.

But there is, of course, something that unites these texts (besides one setting) - these are some repeated images, a mystical atmosphere and complete depression. Seriously, I’m too lazy to count, forgive me, but according to rough estimates, at least half of the texts end with the death of the main character. And almost everything is death in one sense or another, from physical to moral. Only Moore doesn't die.