We first meet her in a cell, reluctantly speaking to an Interviewer (Charlotte Randle,) representing an unnamed "They," who's trying to piece together the events that led to Kitty's incarceration.
So we flash back to a time when the flooding has already started, putting more pressure on a farm that already had trouble enough: Her father-in-law has just died leaving Kitty and husband Joe (Edward MacLiam) in greater debt than they realised. They've just discovered Kitty is pregnant, and all the help they have is drunk, Bible-spouting old farmhand Flan (Gary Lilburn.) FLAN.
With mysterious raiders stealing feed from neighbouring farms, there's a sense of paranoia to add to the apocalyptic mood. But while Anna Ledwich's production does its best to give the piece the urgency of a thriller, Doyle's morose, talky script doesn't give us much to be intrigued about as she pulls the story's strings together.
It's a good cast, Randle is always good value - she even has to quickly recite a Dr. Seuss tongue-twister, twice, although exactly why is anyone's guess. But with a play that never seems sure how far it wants to venture out of gritty reality into something a bit more supernatural, I just wasn't that interested. Hampstead Theatre uses a good fabric conditioner though, those towels were lovely and soft. It's not a good sign that that was enough to distract me, is it? That and FLAN.
Deluge by Fiona Doyle is booking until the 16th of May at Hampstead Theatre Downstairs.
Running time: 1 hour 25 minutes straight through.