A great three shows in the grounds of a Bigod castle - hosted by the friendly local Fisher Theatre
|our view from the stage|
and where we were also put up in the homes of the theatre's volunteers who keep the place going through giving their time and efforts - we were also well fed by Fay who runs the theatre cafe.
And then onward to Buxton - and the pavilion gardens next to my previous haunt, the beautiful, Matcham designed, warm and DRY Opera House...I think you might be able to guess where I'm going with this...
Yes, the Shrew luck has finally broken and we had two very wet shows, in what was always going to be a bit of a challenging venue (a good 5 minute walk from toilets and dressing room, and no electricity on site would have been interesting in the dry...but in the rain...cue some very soggy cold Shrews).
|attractive rain ponchos were on offer!|
But, as Carrie, our Stage Manager, had previously told (warned?) us, it takes a lot for the British Public to admit defeat - and a determined and anoraked crowd turned up each night, showing spirit, determination, and tenacity - and seemed to have a whale of a time.