What if you lived slap bang in the middle of the Yorkshire Moors, four miles from the nearest house, in 1780? No electricity, no Sky Box Office, no iPhone, not even a good book…except for THE Good Book, which has been ruined for you by the hypocrisy of the person who wields it. Just you and your – yes, let’s face it – somewhat drunken and completely dysfunctional family.

Genetic ties aside, there’s only one out of this collective whom you truly love, with whom you have always felt an inexplicable, feral connection since your father brought him home a ragged, abandoned child. But Heathcliff has no money, no education, no means of making his way in life and your ruthless brother, Hindley, has made it his business to ensure that he never will.

You have just three options: marry Heathcliff and remain utterly penniless, at the mercy of your brother’s rabid mood swings; go away, become a governess to heaven knows who or what; or marry the wealthy landowner who has fallen in love with you and use his money and station to place Heathcliff as far from your brother’s clutches as possible.

So, what do you choose?

Raw, original and as fiercely relevant as ever, 'Wuthering Heights' turns society's obsession with financial and social status in on itself, creating a word of bitter extremes in which nothing of true value can survive.

'Wuthering Heights' played at Ingatestone Hall, The Players Theatre in Thame and Barons Court Theatre in July 2012