Dashing around

I could have called this entry a weekend or two halves or a brief trip up north, but I’m pretty sure I’ve done that already (I’m imaginative I know).

Anyway, Friday night I headed up north for a flying visit. After a busy week of sweeping (yep still going) it was nice to be driving north not east for a change. Saturday (again or a change) was rather relaxed with no dashing around, doing exciting jobs like having a haircut (I know!) and enjoying not really doing a great deal and being home for the day. The afternoon and evening however were spent in Manchester. Firstly, going for tea with Helen (neither of those things happens often) which was great, before heading off to the Exchange. The impetus for my wander up north was to see the show really, namely ‘Mother Courage and Her Children’; a new one for me but also a new adaptation of Brecht. Set in a far flung, war-torn Europe it was certainly a powerful, punkish production with some fascinating characters. The company was led by Julie Hesmondhalgh who was brilliant as Mother Courage. At the time it was only the second night and the second preview come to think of it so it was very much early days but we all very much enjoyed it, so I will be interested to see what the critics make of it next week. Afterwards (yep you guessed it), we stage-doored the show, meeting Julie (again) who was chatty and charming and lovely.

Sunday was an early start as I headed back to Cardiff, only to arrive and go back to bed as that night I had a long night shoot so had to deliberately muck up my sleep pattern (a little odd at first but you get use to it). I can’t really say much about the shoot as ever, but it wasn’t as cold as I’d expected even if it was windy!