Reflections on a highlight from 2024 It’s two hours till 2025, and I promised to write about the work I saw at Oman’s Dhofar International Theatre Festival (DITfest) in its 1st edition (October 2-8 2024). Before the year closes, I want to reflect on one of the most eye-opening theatrical experiences I have had in ages. This remarkable festival was …
The 1st Edition of the Dhofar International Theatre Festival in Oman – first post This October (2024) I was fortunate to be invited to represent the UK on the jury panel for the Ensemble production at the first edition of the Dhofar International Theatre Festival (DITfest) taking place in the beautiful city of Salalah in Oman. It was 10 days …
The mature professional practitioner-deviser in Higher Education How I made the pilot performance ‘Redhair and Daffodil Friend’ with TaPP students at Salford University For some years now I have had the opportunity to work on some really stimulating and creative projects within the Theatre and Performance Practice programme at the University of Salford. It has both informed and enhanced my …
Leaping on and off the page and back on again. Charting the journey of ‘Redhair and Daffodil Friend’ from a devised starting point to a children’s chapter book. I have an uncanny feeling I have come full circle, beginning all over again. Selling a children’s book direct through word of mouth, through my website and via a workshop programme reminds …
In the Steps of the Ancestors Joseph Waterfield (1858-1933) Margaret Prichard (1849-1890) Last month I checked into a quarryman (and woman’s) cottage in Trefor, Gwynedd on the Llŷn Peninsula where three generations of my family lived and worked at the foot of three mountains known as …
It’s Daffodil Time Last year Winter brought stillness, nothingness, sleeping, quiet reflection and ancestors who visited both invited and uninvited. Despite this year’s daffodils, crocuses and early tulips, Spring has dragged its feet. We’ve been up to our eyes in rain, rain and yet more rain. But it seems to have stopped and now it is spring; well and truly …