A visit to the Queen’s Hamlet

5 Oct

I am writing this on a train, in a  tunnel, beneath the sea. The novelty of Eurostar must’ve worn off for most people by now, but as this is my first time, I’m going to savour a little shameless excitement. Besides, today I’ve been in Paris to research our next piece. 20 years ago, I was actually in my first ever theatre show, starring as a lump of rock in  a production of ‘1992 And All That’, an original school musical exploring (I kid you not) themes of integration and identity against the backdrop of the digging of the Channel Tunnel. An appropriate journey then, and to a beguiling destination.

Simply, The Queen’s Hamlet is one of the oddest places that I’ve been, and at once reassuringly strange, as though the first time I heard of the place was a premonition; it looked and felt as I had imagined, like visiting a familiar fairy tale.

It was as rich, detailed, idyllic and haunting as I had wanted it to be, not to mention as dotty. There is a show lurking in between those rows of cabbages, or beneath the pan-flat surface of that prettiest of lakes, I’m convinced. But where to start? In terms of stimulus and inspiration, this short visit has yielded a right hoard, and I’ll share some further thoughts, images etc. over the coming days (once I’ve counted all the treasure).

One Response to “A visit to the Queen’s Hamlet”

  1. monsieurjour October 8, 2011 at 7:13 pm #

    I’ve uploaded some photos of the trip to Flikr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/theplasticinemen/sets/72157627846836394/

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