Is that you Anne? Anne Boleyn?

This time last week I was prancing about dressed as Anne Boleyn. Today I’ve just got off a coach after an eight-hour journey down from Yorkshire. It’s been a surreal week, drifting around in a creative mist, avoiding the daily grind of Real Life. After the manic pace of the past month, leading up to…

One day to go…

It’s now just one day to the first performance. As the moment approaches, I feel a strange sense of something momentous drawing near. This isn’t like any play I’ve done before. It’s not like a well-worn Shakespeare, where there’s been a hundred Portias live and breathe before yours. Anne is mine, and I am hers….