Act I, Scene I:
An overcast Wanstead Flats; early morning.
A handsome birder is walking across the bit with the barrage hitches towards East Copse. Occasionally he raises his binoculars, scanning for non-existent Wheatears. He is silent, cooly surveying his surroundings, massively alert to both movement and sound.
[Enter Fuquittus, a dog-walker, stage left, and his large dog Romeo]
Romeo: Woof! Woof woof!
[Romeo runs miles away, straight across Skylark breeding habitat]
Fuquittus: Romeo! Romeo! F’kin come ‘ere Romeo!
Romeo: Woof Woof! Woof!