Yesterday I went to see a play performed in the majestic setting of Rochester Cathedral. The play: Ancient Stones, Stories Untold was written by writer Alis Hawkins, a dear friend of mine: there was no way on earth I was going to miss out on this performance; especially as Rochester is a mere forty minute drive away from my home town.
Alis has done herself proud.
Ancient Stories was a promenade performance. The six part play took place in various areas of the cathedral, the audience followed where the players led. And they not only led us around the beautiful greystone building but also through the history of the Church. It was a fascinating journey, thoughtfully written and excellently preformed. And God must have been looking down on Alis that day: the weather was sunny and bright, lending the outside scene true autumnal atmosphere.
The city of Rochester is one of my favourite places in Kent. It is not an overpowering pretentious city, but rather a large friendly town. The narrow cobbled streets are lined with the most wonderful mixture of antique shops, art galleries and craft shops. I spent an hour...or two.....or three......just wandering, window-shopping, before getting back in my little red car and driving home.
You can visit Alis at her blog Hawkins Bizarre. She is listed on my blog links. Eyes right....