“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.”1917. In a remote English village there are rumours of an enchanted wood. One of the inhabitants – a mysterious old man – invites eight strangers to stay. They all have something in common. When, one evening, the wood miraculously appears the guests feel compelled to enter. What happens there has the power to change their lives forever…Darkly comic, and presented in a sumptuous production for the play’s centenary year, Dear Brutus is J. M. Barrie at his most magical.