Horse not Morse!

Heather and I had one of our outings to the theatre last night. First of all we had a tasty dinner at the Pipers Tryst, an old favourite of mine which I haven’t been to for ages, then we went across the road to the Theatre Royal to see Inspector Morse; House of Ghosts. Or so we thought. In fact, I had been mistaken when I booked the tickets, assuming that they were for this year. In fact they are for the 1st of April 2026! This was discovered when I presented the tickets at the door. We were so surprised but did find it very funny. And being the resourceful women that we are, we asked what was on at the theatre. It turned out to be War Horse, the stage play based on the Michael Morpurgo book. I saw the film a long time ago, and hadn’t enjoyed it all that much, so I hadn’t even thought of booking the play. However, we decided to give it a go, purchased tickets at the box office and we were soon in our seats ready for the show to begin. Just as an aside, a very personable and pleasant young man sold me a bottle of water at the ice cream booth, and I impulsively asked him if he was an actor. He said yes as a matter of fact I am. This wasn’t too much of a surprise because young actors often take various jobs in a theatre while they are starting out. Just for future reference, his name is Jacob Abraham and I think he may be destined for great things.
Anyway, back to the play. It was much much better than the film. The horses were made of fine metal and were so realistic; they didn’t try to hide that there were people under them to guide them, but the way they moved was so natural that you really didn’t notice. There were also a few 1st World War era songs, including the hymn Only Remembered for What We Have Done, which is very moving. Heather and I both thoroughly enjoyed it, and we still have Inspector Morse to look forward to next year!