Nearly there

and yet...

We awoke in Kirkby, Sherpa Hill had a coffee on the go and had been to the nearest supplier for banana and orange juice. Good man that Hill.

Decamped, we pushed and then pulled against dolly as she fought us downhill to Kirkby station. Another one stop on the train to avoid yet another scary stretch of road.

Hill... [more]

Plan all you like

I know this bloke called Andrew Wood, he builds the most enchanting sets, from ancient abbeys to Barrow AFC’s very own Holker street ground. The man is a genius and his designs are always practical, beautiful and fully sympathetic to the script.

Until we set up dear old Dolly on the terrace of the High Cross I would have doubted anyone... [more]

Some are dragged up some are Broughton

Well the Royal Oak truly didn’t let us down. Fearing the oncoming chill and rain we adapted the show to fit the low ceiling of the pub.

Losing Marionettes and giving the Vice Captain a star turn doing his Turtle and Hare routine the atmosphere was funny and we did a fair amount of messing about. The Audience as usual were friendly to... [more]

A high brow evening

Quadrangle. Good word that, good place to play too it seems.

Leven Valley School spoiled us with its riches of playing spots. From this newly finished and already well played in Quadrangle to the beautiful new community hall with its gorgeous blue washed wood.

Ian the head, was clearly and rightly proud of his brilliant school and i... [more]

Sylvia Plath said...

That every time it rained, a few days later publishers would be overwhelmed with thousands of poems entitled, “Rain”.

It does tend to get to you after a bit, and yesterday it got to me, to my shoes, to my tweeds, to my hat and well to the skin frankly.

My day began Glamourously enough at the Rosemount B&B as I flitted through... [more]