It's 1894 and Bilstrode's 84,000 Canterbury acres are heavily overtaxed. Everyone has a plot to capitalise or syndicalise or socialise or otherwise own it. Every plot gives rise to another murder, betrayal or counterplot. Revolutionary or pragmatic or cynical socialism and capitalism look strangely similar.

Squatter is not like most historical plays. Evading the limits of conventional stage naturalism, it is a rich mix of theatrical spectacle, larger than life characters and vivid, deliberately anachronistic language which will entertain and provoke.