The wheels go round and round as 14 year old Hattie Sutton rides her red bicycle, her blonde head circled in a wreath of flowers woven with ribbons. Clad in rustic white, Hattie is Queen of the annual pagan ritual festival of May Day. The village eagerly awaits her arrival: her twin sister, Caitlin, family, friends and townspeople. Hattie is supposed to ride in the head float in the parade. She pedals, sometimes along twisting roads, surrounded by woods and whispering trees. Parade rimers, wearing the ritualised bits of tree and black soot face, seem to laugh as Hattie pedals by them. She rides on narrow cat walks and passes hedgerows, fences and cottages. Caitlin has an unsettling vision. The girls of the village dance, swinging their ribbons along the big Maypoles. The parade starts to roll. But, where is Hattie Sutton?
—LA-Lawyer