Saturday, 21 May 2016
On Thursday of this week, we, together with about forty other people of this area (including friend Hilary), set out at about ten to seven in the morning, and went, by coach to Stratford on Avon, to see the afternoon performance of Shakespear's Cymbeline at the Royal Shakespear Theatre (see above photograph). Most of us had never seen this play before, and although I read it before we set out, at the end of my reading, the more confused both the play and I seemed. It is a complicated play set in Romano British times. A good many liberties had been taken with the plot, which probably didn't really help (to my mind they never really do). King Cymbeline had become a Queen instead. The King's two young sons had been kidnapped in early childhood (in the standard plot) but in the version we saw, these were a boy and a girl, and when a cave/hole in the ground was opened, the two missing children, a boy and a girl, came out, and this gave the play (for me) a similarity to the Suffolk tale of 'the green children of Woolpit'. Very confusing, but really quite enjoyable in its way.
We got back into the coach at about five p.m. and I took the next two photos (of Stratford on Avon) through the coach windows. A pretty place - lots of half timbered buildings - but I can think of a good many places in Suffolk which are just as good.
We slept, on and off, in the coach most of the way home, and got home at about ten p.m. We all quite enjoyed it, but if we do it again we'll try and make it a play we know (Quite fancy 'The Tempest' which is one of my favourites) and if we know it, I could hear it rather better, if you see what I mean.
We don't seem to have stopped this week, and as it's approaching nine o'clock I think I'm going to have an early night. I bid you all a very good night.
Warm regards, Mike and Ann.