….And we roll out.

So we have reached the end of our writers’ week for this year. After a slap up pub lunch in Ludlow’s The Church Inn, the 5 writers departed their various ways to head home again, leaving the May Fair to continue its merry making for another 48 hours, before it too, would pack up and move on. It has been a fantastic week and we have had the privilege of meeting some wonderful people, who have all been generous with their time and willing to talk to us about their lives. We have been to beautiful community gardens and met volunteers, we have met market traders, writers, poets, Mayors and former Mayors, we have sipped coffee in Costa with several teenagers, and met the owner of the May Fair himself. And of course, we have been to the fair, weaved our way through the lights and the noise, made ourselves a bit sick on the rides, and on the obligatory candy floss, watched the atmosphere change from after school family outings to after dark alcohol fuelled meetings. (and obviously managed to make time to watch a bit of the Royal Wedding amidst everything else. )

And all the while I wondered how each writer will engage with each experience. It’s a funny thing setting up something like this week-we set up meetings and make schedules and plan visits, but ultimately, we have no idea what it is that will inspire an idea in someone, and that is both exciting and nerve wracking all at once. Particularly as this year, for the first time, we have Latitude in our sights.

On the final morning, we all gathered in Toad Hall (the cottage where 3 of the writers were staying) and the writers shared their early ideas. Gathered around laptops, or huddled over pieces of paper, we took it in turns to read what each writer had produced in just a few hours-a tall order from Pentabus, but a great way to air the beginnings of an idea for a story, a character, a relationship. And I have to say it was a really thrilling morning-it seemed to me like everyone had really invested in the people we had met during the week, and the things that had been said, and the stories that started to take shape were beautifully observed, funny, unsettling, tender.

And then that was that. Our final morning, but the beginning of our journey to Latitude. And what a brilliant starting point. Will be keeping you posted with further developments, and will soon be posting some blogs from the writers, along with some pictures of our week……

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The fair rolls in…..

A quick writers’ week update. It is now Wednesday. The end of day 2. OK, so the weather has not been quite as glorious as last week, but close. Our 5 writers arrived on various trains yesterday, and after much ferrying to and from Ludlow station, we all gathered in Bromfield to talk about all things May Fair. Hurrah. And what better way to kick off the week than a visit from the Ludlow Mayor himself, who very kindly came and gave a brilliant insight into Ludlow town, and the nuts and bolts of ensuring the May Fair is a successful event. We rounded off the day with a very civilised drink in one of the town’s many pubs, and enjoyed the quiet before the fair began to roll into the very narrow streets of Ludlow today. Before the huge vehicles made their appearance however, the writers had a chance this morning to get a sense of the town pre fair-with a delightful historic chat from a man named Roger, who runs the town tours all year round. Then, a chance to reflect on things so far, another meeting with a resident whose house during the fair becomes a backdrop to some pretty hairy rides and then home for one more sleep before the fair officially begins.

As I drove back into town this evening after a day away, there was a tangible shift in atmosphere as huge caravans, trucks, cars and trailers had popped up, roads had been closed and diversion signs put out. And there seemed to be a significant increase in people, particularly children, in the streets and around the castle square. There was a real air of excitement and anticipation and industry in the air, with a mixture of eager bystanders and efficient workers getting started on things already. Apparently they start setting up the rides at 6am tomorrow morning. We will not be there at that time. But. With meetings planned with some young people who have lived in Ludlow all their lives, the street cleaning team and watching the rides getting built, it is set to be a busy day I think, and I am very much looking forward to witnessing the transformation from market town to thriving fairground in a matter of hours! I wonder what our writers will make of it all……..

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Looking ahead

So. What a couple of weeks it has been. I am still getting my head around the decisions made by the Arts Council-there is so much to take in, not only in terms of where the cuts have been made, but also in the response from artists and the public to the news. It is such a complicated and delicate situation, and it is really incredible to see the different attitudes and points of view flying around on blogs, websites, twitter and in the news. What feels certain is that things are a changing. In ways I don’t think any of us can predict. At Pentabus, we feel exceptionally grateful that we will continue to be funded by the Arts Council and it feels an wonderful thing to be able to look ahead.

And we don’t need to look ahead very far, as our next exciting project is in a mere couple of weeks. The May Fair is almost upon us. And with it, comes our writers week. We are totally thrilled to have 5 fabulous writers coming to join us this year-we will be putting some more info up about each one very soon, but meanwhile, we look forward to welcoming John Donnelly, Lou Ramsden, Vanessa Oakes, Joe Harbot and Gbolahan Obisesan to our HQ and I for one can’t wait to see what the week will bring and how each of them will respond to the people and places we will encounter.

However. Before they arrive, we have a lot of work to do ensuring that we create a diverse, interesting, challenging and unique timetable for them. Lots of research to be done, phone calls to make, meetings to arrange, press releases to write, little yellow ducks to order (this will make sense in due course I promise)…… I am heading to Shropshire this weekend, where I will be getting stuck into all of this and more.

So all is busy. Will be keeping you posted with all May Fair developments as they happen. And of course information about For Once and We Are Here still to come…….

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Spring in the country

Yes, I am not imagining it, there are buds and blossom on the trees and I have been going outside with one less layer on. I think spring is definitely on its way. And with it, some exciting times at Pentabus, even amidst the unknown future of our funding. With the Latitude official launch last night, we are totally thrilled to be taking something to this year’s festival for the first time. We will be taking a show to the outdoor theatre, an open air, woodland space where audiences can come and go. What will we be taking? Well, we are not entirely sure as it has not yet been written. Exciting? Definitely. Scary? A little bit. But. We do have a title. And a theme. The May Fair. And 5 pretty excellent writers who we have invited to spend a week with us to experience the fair as it hits Ludlow.  For a few brief days to mark the start of Spring, the ordinarily peaceful town of Ludlow is transformed into a bustling fair ground, filling the streets with neon, noise and hot dog fumes. For some, this is the highlight of the year, for others, it is reason to leave completely and wait until the town has been deep cleaned before they return. Everyone who lives in Ludlow seems to have an opinion, and an experience of the May Fair. So we will spend a week throwing ourselves into the world of the fair, and the effects on the town, and see what sparks the imagination of the writers. It could be anything. So. Now is the time for me to get cracking on planning the week. What will we do? Who will we speak to? What will we eat? Where will we visit? We will announce who our writers will be very soon, meanwhile, progress is also being made on Tim Price’s beautiful play ‘For Once’. There are some exciting developments, which we will reveal soon, but most recently, the Pentabus gang had a great time setting up a photo shoot to get some publicity images for the show, which involved cramming lots of local teenagers into a car and getting them to have a whale of a time. Some of the results can be seen on the website.

And finally, what on earth is happening with our We Are Here project? Well, you might recall that we received over 250 script submissions, so as I’m sure you can imagine, working our way through them has taken a considerable amount of time. But. We are nearly there. I can barely believe it, but we have nearly read every one. And what an eclectic mix it has been. Unfortunately, we cannot possibly give feedback to every individual, but those whose scripts have been put into our shortlist will be receiving an email over the next few weeks telling them so.

And finally, ‘Tales of the Country’ finished last week, a success all round, with glorious feedback from audiences across the UK, which is fantastic. We had a wonderful company who did the play proud, and now must all have muscles of steel after all those speedy get ins and get outs. I hope they are now all having a well earned rest.

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Brian Viner’s latest column…featuring us!

We all know, or think we know, that nationalities differ in terms of what makes them laugh. And of course we British pride ourselves on having a superior sense of humour than the Germans (especially the Germans), the French and even the Americans, who are said to lack our acute ear for irony, although if television comedy ever produced two greater deliverers of the ironic quip than Seattle psychiatrists Frasier and Niles Crane, I can’t think of them. Nope, not even Terry and June.

Whatever, I have lately been pondering a more localised version of this phenomenon. Can it be that the sense of humour varies not just from country to country but, within our own country, from region to region? I have evidence that it does, based on the experiences of Pentabus Theatre Company, the small troupe of brilliant actors who have, these past five weeks, been touring England in the stage adaptation of my book about moving from the city to the sticks, Tales of the Country.

The tour began in Herefordshire on 28 January, and having passed through Gloucestershire, Wiltshire, Dorset, Somerset, Northumberland, Durham and Shropshire, concludes tomorrow evening at Plumley Village Hall in Cheshire. On the whole, the many funny lines (and in writing that I blow not my own trumpet but that of Nick Warburton, the accomplished playwright who did the adaptation) have been uproariously received everywhere, and yet the actors have noticed some distinct anomalies.

For example, the lovely Sarah Stanley, who plays my wife Jane, has an exchange, with the fellow from whom we buy our house in Herefordshire after leaving London N8, about notable topographical features of the Welsh Marches. There being two nearby hills called Lord Hereford’s Knob and Myarth, she asks him whether he has ever climbed to the top of the former (he says he has, many times), and then she saucily adds, “but you’ve never been up Myarth?” No, he says wistfully, regrettably he never has.

This got a big laugh everywhere except Northumberland, where there was audible disapproval. And while I wouldn’t want to give the impression that the show is bottom-fixated, there is another line in which Charlie Buckland, who plays me, utters the word “arseholes”. Apparently they loved that in Northumberland and everywhere else, except Yeovil in Somerset.

Disappointingly for my theory, Charlie thinks there’s more to it than geography. He reckons the warmth of audiences is literal, that people sitting in a cold auditorium take longer to warm up emotionally as well as physically, and points out that, even indoors, it was decidedly chilly up north. But I’m sticking with the beguiling idea that folk are slightly primmer in Northumberland and Somerset than in Shropshire and Dorset, and can also cite as evidence something John Cleese said to me in an interview 10 years ago, surely proving that even along the south coast, senses of humour vary from place to place.

“I never thought it was funny,” the great man said of Monty Python’s Ministry of Silly Walks. “We did it on the stage tour in Southampton where it laid a total egg. Imagine walking round like that and not getting any laughs? I said to the other guys, ‘this doesn’t work,’ but they persuaded me to do it the following night in Brighton, where the audience roared with laughter and my heart sank. I was saddled with the bloody thing. It’s probably why I’ve had to have a hip replacement.”

Even this defeat wasn’t as bad as Belo Horizonte

How is a proud Englishman meant to respond to profound sporting humiliation, of the kind visited upon our World Cup cricketers on Wednesday by one of the game’s minnows, Ireland? I’m never quite sure. Should I roll my eyes or bang my fists? Congratulate my Irish friends or avoid them?

I suppose we all respond in different ways, but, among those of us who passionately follow England in a range of sports, what you won’t find any more is the reach-for-the-smelling-salts disbelief that greeted the news, almost 61 years ago, that the USA had defeated Tom Finney, Stan Mortensen, Billy Wright, Alf Ramsey and the rest of our boys in the football World Cup, astoundingly winning the game 1-0.

That was, and remains, England’s ultimate sporting humiliation, and the Brazilian city where it happened, Belo Horizonte, is still an entirely apt synonym for being knocked flat against all the odds.

But there have been enough assaults on our pride since that summer’s day in 1950 to instill in all of us the cynical conviction that there is no surer thing in international sport than that England will, occasionally, contrive a terrible, resounding pratfall.

A book that will remain unwritten

A fortnight ago in this space I wrote about my new friend Derek Brown, an illustrious former foreign correspondent hoping to find a publisher for the biography he was planning of Percy F Westerman, the prolific writer of adventure stories for boys.

I confessed to Derek, and again here, that I had never heard of Westerman. Letters and emails came raining in, some expressing amazement at my ignorance, and others welcoming Derek’s project. Among them was a note from a non-fiction editor at Macmillan, who said she liked the sound of a Westerman biography, and could I put her in touch with Derek? I passed this on, and he was duly thrilled.

Yet shortly afterwards, a week to the day since I first met him, I heard that Derek had suddenly and unexpectedly died, aged 63. For cruel improbability, fiction has nothing on fact. …

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The End of the Road

Firstly, Happy Saint David’s Day everyone (or should that be Dydd Gwyl Dewi Sant Hapus?). Anyway, we’ve been out on the road touring Tales of the Country for several weeks now. By the end of last week we were a very tired team but I’m pleased to say we were still delivering. In fact I think some of last weeks’ shows were the best of the whole tour. Our Director Kate Budgen came to see the show on Friday night at the Severn Theatre, Shrewsbury and seemed delighted with where the show was at. It was a great night; another sold out venue with over 400 happy theatre-goers. Also the people who’s lives we are portraying were in too – Brian, Jane and the children had come along to see the show for one last time. The only hickup of the night was some twazzock lighting a cigarette and setting the fire alarms off! It was quite a surreal interval standing in the rain outside the theatre with 400 punters. After a prolonged interval we were given the all-clear to enter the building for the second half. It was a great show and everyone seemed very happy. On Saturday, after another sold out performance at the Edge Theatre, Much Wenlock we all went to our favourite Ludlow pub The Church and enjoyed several well deserved late beers. In a way it seemed like a last night knees up because we won’t get to celebrate when we actually finish the show on Saturday.


In was lovely returning to the Severn Theatre as that’s where our previous tour started last year. I know I’ve said this before but I’ve loved doing this job. Partly because I so enjoyed Brian’s book and it’s been a pleasure getting to know him and his lovely family. It’s also been hugely rewarding to be working with such a talented company and two of the best directors I’ve ever worked with. More than anything it’s been hugely rewarding to hear and feel the audience’s reaction to this show. At lot of our local audiences have grown up with Pentabus Theatre’s work. Plays like Strawberry Fields, Kebab, Origins and now Tales of the Country have appealed to audiences both locally and nationally and even enjoyed success in London (by no means an easy thing to do). The work of Pentabus has such a broad appeal and I think Tales has enjoyed that broad appeal. It’s therefore been an absolute pleasure and an honour to tour this show again and when I take off my cloth cap for the last time after next Saturday’s show I’ll feel more than a little sad.

Sean Carlsen

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Northumbrrrrrrrrrland

I am on a very packed train back to London, after a swift visit up to Northumberland to see how the ‘Tales of the Country’ gang are getting on. They are just over half way through the tour, and have been travelling many a mile to take the show to village halls far and wide. Yesterday they made their brief home in a village hall in Howick, a lovely little hall and very welcoming people, but my god it was cold! Saying that, it was the first venue where an open log fire sat in our back stage area- in between costume changes, actors could spend a few brief seconds warming themselves by the fire before braving the cold onstage again!

I arrived as Jo was setting up all the lights-apparently some village halls have not enjoyed our set up as it kept tripping the electricity, meaning Jo has had to get creative on the lighting desk and use minimal lights to avoid it happening during shows. So when I arrived they were in the process of realizing that this was going to be another one of those venues-minimal lighting and the potential for everything to suddenly switch off! Ah the realities of village hall touring! But by now, everyone took this in their stride and just worked out what would change as a result. After an amazing curry cooked for us by our hosts, the village hall began to fill up with audience. It was a lovely show, and an attentive audience, with the obligatory raffle (no I didn’t win. Again. Gutted. There was a pretty delicious looking coffee cake I had my eye on.). It was great to see the show again and to see the company working so well together, both onstage and off. For those who have seen the show, you will be aware of how proppy it is-boxes and boxes of the things, which all have to be carefully packed and unpacked each time. But what was so amazing was that the show finished, the contented audience made their way home (many had brought torches for the dark walk home-no street lights here as no streets!) and the company got cracking on taking the set down and packing the van. They were like the slickest of slick machines, serious business. I sort of sat around in the background pretending to be very useful, but actually was pretty much the opposite-everyone was so clear and efficient as to what had to be done, that my intervention would have just held things up. So I mainly watched as they transformed the village hall back to its original state in under an hour. Awesome. And by 11pm we were back at our B and B, glass of wine in hand, in front of an enormous log fire. Delightful.

This week, they are all staying in an incredible place called Alnwick Lodge, and what a place it is! The owners specialize in furniture restoration, so everywhere you look is a beautiful piece of lovingly restored furniture (all for sale in case you are tempted during your stay!). Breakfast was an event to remember-walking into a converted stable, with massive round banquet like tables, another log fire, candles all over the room and a table heaving with breakfast goodies. We tucked in to tea and toast while cooked breakfasts were made for everyone. I’ve never had breakfast by candle light before, but I think I might make a habit of it, a very atmospheric start to the day! It has been really important considering the amount of driving, performing, packing and unpacking that the company are doing, that they have a nice place to go back to and everyone has said that they have stayed in some wonderful places, from old cheese and cider houses to cosy little cottages, all with warm and welcoming hosts. So I left the company this morning, all sated after their breakfasts, with plans to go for a walk in the cold misty morning, before heading to their next venue. Its back to stay in Ludlow next week, and I will next see the show at Theatre Severn, where they will have to make that great leap from tiny village hall and half a working light, to a huge stage, separate dressing rooms and technical wizardry at their fingertips! It is apparently sold out already, hurrah! It will be great to bring the show back there, as this is where it first opened last year.

Meanwhile, the company can look forward to a couple more days candle lit breakfasts at the Lodge, before they make their merry way back to Ludlow.

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A word from Angela

This week has seen us take “Tales Of The Country” out of Herefordshire
and Shropshire, down to Somerset - where the show has been received
really well. We have been made to feel very at ease in all the venues.
From the beautiful village hall of Wootton Courtenay nestling on the
side of a valley just outside of Dunster, to the very welcoming
village of Hatch Beauchamp where a very active local community decked
the hall out with bunting and hay bales and each candle - lit table
bore a big wooden board groaning with a generous ploughman’s lunch.
Bathed in soft warm light on a cold winter’s night, the venue looked
completely magical. Here we met the sparkly eyed Tony (78 years old, who
initially took credit for cooking the wonderful Shepherds pie we were
given for tea. It was his wife who had actually put in the graft of
making said massive Shepherd’s pie which was the size of The Isle of
Wight and well tasty!!) It was Twinkling Tony who kept us company and
furnished us with an interesting fact he had discovered when listening
to a programme on the radio. Take the last 2 numbers of the year in
which you were born, add it to the age you will be when you have had
your birthday this year, and you will find that the total will come to
111 in every case!!
It is a real priviledge to be part of this production which toured very
successfully last year and which I saw at The Conquest Theatre in
Bromyard. This second tour has 3 new actors in it including myself,
Charlie Buckland who plays Brian Viner and Oliver Mott who plays a
multitude of great characters and is no slouch in the sound-effects
department - dogs, chickens, flies, owls, you name it, Olly’s your
man. The three of us had to get up to speed quite quickly in
rehearsals as we only had 2 and a bit weeks to re-rehearse it. Thanks
to Kate Budgen’s brilliant, calm and spot on direction as well as great
support from Sean and Sarah who were in the last tour we were quickly
made to feel that this would not be a problem.
Next week we venture up to Northumberland and it will be really
interesting to see how “Tales Of The Country” goes down there. It is
certainly a joy to perform, and is so beautifully adapted from Brian
Viner’s lovely book that I’m hoping we continue to have great fun with it!

Angela Bain (plays Capable Woman, a Cat…and other characters).

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Art imitating life in Wiltshire!

Touring jobs always mean that you venture to places you’d never ordinarily go to. And therefore I’ve just discovered that Wiltshire is the most beautiful county. Obviously not as beautiful as Herefordshire (I’ve got to say that in case Brian happens to read this). But to be fair, in general the countryside on this island really is spectacular and in the past week alone we’ve been treated to the delights of rural Wiltshire. We stayed in 2 beautiful cottages on Wick Farm near Lacock (of the Cranford fame) and had a really lovely art-imitating-life few days with the requisite woodburning stove, toast rack, torch by the bed (complete with bed head), butterdish and enough cutlery to set the table for a three course meal – thank you.

That will make no sense if you’ve not seen the show but if you have like the farmer and his wife who own Wick Farm then you’ll chortle like your sides are going to split. They had the tourist board in the week before we arrived and were sat on the front row with their son on Friday night at The Pound Arts Centre in Corsham (which, incidentally, is a lovely little venue and was so thriving with activity all day that it made me think every town should have one). It’s like this show was written for Sue and Philip. And when you can connect personally with something you see on stage it turns a good evening into a fantastic one. So I’m so glad we’re going to rural areas all over the UK. Although I have so far discovered that the Wiltshire audience seems rather shocked by the word a*******s.

PS. Oh and I forgot, we saw Camilla and Charles in a car. And Seán was staying in a B&B owned by one of Camilla’s neighbours. And rural legend has it that she was pelted with buns at the local shop after Diana’s demise. How terribly English.

SARAH STANLEY (Jane Viner in ‘Tales of the Country’)

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A word from Charlie

There are very few theatre companies, I imagine,  where the vehicular access is via a fantastically muddy and odoriferous farmyard replete with cows, silage barns, and resting tractors – but then what could be more appropriate when you are working on a production titled “Tales of the Country”.

As a native Crouch Ender I am also rather proud to playing an ex Crouch Ender (even if he did only live in N8 for 8 years…….), the very self deprecating and general all round (in an elliptical sense) good egg, Brian Viner, the Independent journalist of repute.

Playing a living person gives one a sense of onerous responsibility – you want in the most basic sense to do them justice, to be fair, to be truthful, to be honest.

Brian has already refracted himself and the story of his relocation in print in his own book, “Tales of the Country”. Nick Warburton, the writer who has brilliant adapted Brain’s book into a superbly  crafted and brilliantly realised play, has further distilled a stage version of the written version of Brian. Furthermore, in the previous original production that toured last year another actor created the original stage character of Brian. And what’s more his original stage wife, Sarah Stanley, is returning for the new tour.

So driving towards Pentabus HQ through the rolling Salop countryside on the first day of rehearsals, I feel a considerable weight of Brianess upon me.

Can I serve both the real and fictional Brians?

Pentabus is based in an old school building in the small village of Bromfield which I discover was once home to a Benedictine Priory sitting on the confluence of those two deeply Housmanesque rivers, the Teme and the Onny. The A49 is a busy road which splices the village but HQ is quiet and faces out onto the relentless beauty of the Marches Hills.

Working here fulfils a long held ambition. Pentabus has consistently commissioned and developed wonderful new writing into outstanding productions – in particular as an enormous fan of Mary Webb I desperately wanted to work on the much feted “Precious Bane” and did audition, but it was not be. As an audience member I sat enthralled watching “Silent Engine” and “White Open Spaces”.

So there is a certain frisson on entering the portals of such a theatrical powerhouse, whatever the burden of Brianess I might feel.

Our welcome is warm and encouraging. I have already met my fellow male actors as we share digs  in Ludlow. And I know fellow cast member, the wonderful Angela Bain as we recently worked together for Forest Forge, but it is the first time I have met Sarah Stanley, the original Mrs Jane Viner.

Now goodness know what she makes of her new Brian……………..

CHARLIE BUCKLAND (Brian Viner)

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