You know, it HAS to be said, I’ve had quite the afternoon, today.
No, really … !
Bless, it was my mother’s birthday, just recently.
And as an extra treat … ?
Anna and ruth, my two sisters, decided to organise a cheap an cheerful afternoon out.
Well …
Cheapish: we ARE talking London, after-all …
Hmmm …
At ANY rate, they managed to treat us all to a family afternoon out: to a matinee performance of Warhorse, at the New London Theatre.
~≈‡≈~
Set during World War 1, and based on the Michael Morpurgo novel of the same name, Warhorse tells the story of Joey — a young colt originally wanted as a draft horse — and his owner: a young farm boy called Arthur Narracott.
And follows they tale as Joey from his taming and training as a plough-horse: and eventually selling to the British Army …
And his surviving the brutal madness of World War One, after having his rider — Major Nicholls — shot off him, in a charge at a machine gun nest.
~≈‡≈~
Now, I have to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed this, I really did.
The show is riveting, and kept me in my seat for some 160 minutes.
What’s more … ?
What’s more it’s a show whose stars — the puppet horses you’ve heard so much about — are the most watchable things in it.
Can I suggest you go see this show … ?
It will repay you …
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