“A forest bird never wants a cage”- Henrik Ibsen, A Master Builder
Bright Eyed And Bushy Tailed, or rather bleary eyed and greasy mained (Thanks to a certain Fairy Queens birthday doo) I made my way up the unrelenting hill to the beautiful Highgate Wood.
One of my new North London surprises, it was originally part of the ancient Forest of Middlesex.
My current RSC (Cockpit Theatre, Mountview Academy of Theatre Arts third year season…Comme ci, comme ça) production is ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. One week into our rehearsals and we spent all morning in the wood. Foraging, Improvising, sound scaping, talking to dogs and climbing trees. Puck is my role and apparently after today covering myself in dirt is my goal.
Someone had a built us a fairy bower. So considerate.
- Inner child going mental in a public place- check.
- Inconspicuous excrement in my fingernails- check.
- 20 new ways to hang myself from other bodies- check.
Imagine if you could go on location for every part you played. I think I should call Richard Branson, ask him if he needs an actress for a production of ‘The Tempest’’ on Necker Island. Number anyone?…
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