Richard III at Upstairs at The Gatehouse

Old bones ache before a storm. Within an hour trowel had hit bone, and the moment it did, the thunder rolled in. The archaeologists disturbed something that, frankly, should not have been disturbed.

Poor, poor Richard. Awoken, removed from his resting place, comfortably under concrete. Now he must endlessly observe the events leading to his gruesome death.

Knights, halberds, succession, and horrendous violence. A carpark, yellow hard hats, high vis jackets and archaeologists.

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Authors

• William Shakespeare