Stickle Island

British weather is always unpredictable, but the Spring of 1980 was something else entirely - snow, hail, floods, drought and sometimes the whole ticket. Trucks were overturned, motorways closed, trees uprooted, crops flattened. When the sun finally rose on Stickle Island - stuck out there, a mile off Dymchurch in County Kent - six bales of primo marijuana had washed up on shore. Stickle Island follows the island's myriad residents as they come up with a (not entirely agreed upon) plan to form a co-op and use the profit from pot sales to save the island's only ferry, which, thanks to the miserly Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, has just been placed on the chopping block. There's hot-tempered and anarchic DC, a soused farmer Henry Stick, his bitter rival John, a horny vicar, an even hornier Postmistress, and their collected offspring: a clutch of teen punks, all of whom could use a leg up, or at least, a decent toke. Unfortunately for them, a violent and wildly erratic mainland drug dealer called Carter and his soft-hearted henchman Simp have plans of their own, and they're coming to Stickle to see them through. The islanders must set aside their bitter rivalries and decades long feuds to save the ferry and protect their way of life, navigating the choppy waters of new romances as things grow increasingly, and hilariously, complicated. Brimming with delicious, subversive humor in the tradition of "Waking Ned Devine" and "The Full Monty"―Stickle Island introduces an energetic and gleeful new voice in literature: Tim Orchard, a 67-year-old London-based carpenter formerly from England's second most unhappy district.