Love and Loss in Reading’s Ruins

“What’s here? A cup closed in my true love’s hand?” The audience looks on in silent sorrow as Romeo drinks the poison and Juliet stabs herself with a knife. I know this is coming of course, but that doesn’t stop me crying. I’m watching the most romantic of Shakespeare’s tragedies, misty-eyed, sitting on a fold-up chair within the ruins of Reading Abbey, in an outdoor … Continue reading Love and Loss in Reading’s Ruins

Theatre on the Rocks

My train hurtles through miles of open countryside, past fields of stubble and leafy green crops in straight lines. There’s long grass dotted with white blooms and yellow tufts and clouds of summer wildflowers float across the landscape like purple smoke. We whizz past sun-scorched farms, pigeons peck at corduroy soil and hay bales lie on the earth like massive half-corks. I close my eyes … Continue reading Theatre on the Rocks

Shakespeare at the Globe

We all stop talking and turn to watch the cast of Twelfth Night sashay out on to the stage. I am visiting Shakespeare’s Globe on London’s South Bank – a replica of the Elizabethan playhouse where William Shakespeare was playwright, actor and co-owner between 1599 and 1613. A circular thatched roof covers the stage and three tiers of seats, but my £5 ticket has me standing … Continue reading Shakespeare at the Globe