Nye

This morning I fielded emails from walkers who are coming on the Wildflower and Photography Walk next week. It was good to hear from a few people I know already, but haven’t seen since before Covid.

Karyn was here to do the cleaning.

I had a phone call from the matron of the ward where Mum died, wanting to hear about our experiences. I managed to tell her and she was very apologetic. It did churn me up to relive it all and I would have preferred not to. (I had already told the consultant all about it.)

It was choir this afternoon. Good fun as always.

Kate called for a chat.

Liz, Nick and I went to see Nye, the National Theatre production, streamed to the Forum in Hexham. I liked the production, but found it very shouty, unnecessarily so. The cinema is far too hot, especially when it is full. (I wore summer clothes!)

I found the ending of the play, when he dies, just too much for me. I think the earlier conversation had sensitised me and I found myself weeping in the street. Probably not a bad thing, especially when you have friends around to pick you up.

I thought that Michael Sheen and Sharon Small were both very good.

My image is taken at the back of Hexham Abbey grounds as we returned to the car.