Hazardous!
The production of Twelfth Night was a triumph! Well worth the low-grade pizza, long haul up the creepy path, shorthaul jets above, the drenching within and subsequent chill without, pessimistic horses and the prospect of the return on the ankle-testing, stone-strewn hill and hidden hazard of horse-shite.
Using torches, we navigated the hazards successfully, pinpointing the poo, sidestepping the stones until we reached our little river.
We thought of heroine Viola, actually drenched in Scene 1 from the shipwreck and Olivia, lying in a bath of water throughout Act 1!
Brrrrrrrrh!
Amazingly, their spirits remained undampened!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Christopher 9 months ago
These drabbles are really good. Sounds like it was a pretty good time too.
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Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Thanks Christopher. It was really good and the youth and enthusiasm of the cast was a joy to behold. They put their all into it and I wasn’t aware of any missed lines. And the setting, cut out of a dumping ground at the edge of a field on top of a hill was as delightful as it was bizarre. The staging, ‘in the round’ with its outposts at the sides and front and back for scenes and cameos and general context were inspired.....
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Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Post Script.
We were very lucky... good forward planning I think! Last night’s performance was very different if it actually took place. The Bard might have penned the play, but the English weather had the last word last night (the night after) as torrential rain fell all evening. I feel so sorry for them, but that’s open-air for you.🥴 Maybe tonight will be better.🤞I’m glad though I had already sent them a long, detailed, glowing review of Friday’s brilliant pizza-free performance. (I would imagine that circumstances decreed though that last night’s would be pizza-free too😭)
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Jamie Clapperton 9 months ago
That was actually an alliterative delight Neville. :-)
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Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Thanks very much Jamie. The evening was a barnstorming bonanza of fun in a farmer’s field.
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Neville Hunt 9 months ago
The performance we attended was dry throughout, for almost everyone, except for Viola the heroine, who, to add realism to the shipwreck, had a bucket of water poured over her head right at the start and the object of seemingly everyone’s affection Olivia, who literally spent the entire first act lying in a bath of real water! Now if the weather had been 30 degrees C...
