Coming from a large family of eight, theatre trips were not a regular experience for me. Even so, I remember it as if it were yesterday – me, an excited eight year old, out on a school trip, sat in the stalls of the theatre, fidgeting nervously, unsure of what was to come.
The lights dimmed, the audience fell quiet and before me, on the stage, unfolded a tale of four characters who found a place in my heart and remain there still, as vibrant and joyous as then, some sixty years later.
Every year, at least once, I read the book upon which that theatre production was based. Even though I know the story inside out, it never fails to enthral. I've seen several productions over the years –…
