This deceptively simple tale relates the activities of seven English children played by adults on a summer afternoon during World War II.
On Saturday I went to see the matinée performance of Blue Remembered Hills. It really was a great tale and despite the actors obviously not being children they really did capture the childishness, wonder and imagination of children. Watching it made me realise that at one point I used to run around pretending that I’d been hit by imaginary bullets and that I’d often get lost in a world of my own.
Although I am biased, being a member of the theatre and all, I do really recommend seeing more of their productions. Of the few that I’ve seen they’re all well produced and make imaginative use of the space. All this from an ammature theatre company!