Isolation, boredom, heat and sand: a crew of expatiate oil workers in the Libyan desert, the high light of their working week the arrival of the company truck with supplies and letters from home bringing in the mundane outside world to this small cluster of porta-cabins.
The arrival of a Dear John, there has never been a Dear John sent to this tiny dot in this vast Libyan desert.
Dear Alan it is very hard for me to write this letter, Alan the youngest member of the crew the only single bloke.
The trauma of a single page letter, the walk into the desert, the search for a kind of self-destruction: the destruction of the illusion of love in the arms of whom ever woman he paid. And the unexpected love of a young woman in a terraced house in North London whose husband is serving a prison sentence.
