I’ve mentioned that my new dog/cat cushion was my favourite Christmas present of last year, but coming a close second was a ticket to see the National Theatre’s production of a new play called The Welkin.
The gift was from a friend and she also gifted a mutual friend a ticket as well, so we were all set, three ladies of a certain age, for an evening out … on a school night. As the National is on London’s Southbank and not far from my club, I booked a table for a pre-theatre dinner.
Date night was a Tuesday in early February.
The food was delicious – that’s my choice of main course: butternut squash, blue cheese and sage risotto and pudding: treacle tart. That’s also my Aperol Spritz.
And what of the play? I can tell you that I enjoyed it, but felt emotionally wrung out by the end …
One life in the hands of 12 women.
Rural Suffolk in England, 1759. As the country waits for Halley’s comet, a young woman is sentenced to hang for a heinous murder.
When she claims to be pregnant, a jury of 12 matrons are taken from their housework to decide whether she’s telling the truth, or simply trying to escape the noose. With only midwife Lizzy Luke prepared to defend the girl, and a mob baying for blood outside, the matrons wrestle with their new authority, and the devil in their midst.
I don’t want to give too much away, but things aren’t always quite what they seem. Maxine Peake is currently in the lead role – Lizzy Luke – and Haydn Gwynne plays the part of Charlotte Cary. The Welkin runs to 23 May.