29 April Lost!!

Hasn't been easy (yes at last!) Perhaps Easter Sunday was a pointer, Jo and I got lost in the bush. Was this a metaphor for a production...it was a walk we had done several times involving a shortcut back through a Forest ( represents a production that is ready to go); we make a slight detour ( rhythm of play derailed by too many public holidays and an opening date still a week away) and we are lost.

As we hadn't started the walk till three pm there was little chance of correcting ourselves and we emerged in the dusk from the forest to a plantation area we couldn't recognise. We keep walking but give up when I walk full tilt into a barbed wire fence we hadn't seen. So we follow the fence for five more minutes and then lie down for the night, first near a small river which, when bitten all over, we retreat from to hotel number 2 under a tree. We have half a bottle of water and no food and feel foolish.We also know that Emma our daughter at home will be very worried. Jo is quite cold; our clothes are damp as we had followed a river for a while. On the other hand she is quite relaxed whereas I am convinced this is my last night on earth! We speculate endlessly about the next day and console ourselves by looking up at the stupendous star filled sky. We're drifting off around 10, or pretending to, when Jo says she thinks she can hear someone calling our name. I am sceptical and don't shout back but there is the sound again and yes it is someone calling our name. Over the next half an hour torches get closer and finally shine a path across the stream so we can cross to them and there is Michael, our CEO, and several other WSB plus a lad who lives up in the bush. We are both ashamed and amazed. Emma had raised the alarm at 9pm. Beru and Ralph are in another party going down a river walk they know we do quite often and when we get to the rendezvous more trucks arrive including 3 VMF officers and several other WSB staff who tell us off so we feel like two naughty children. But it all very touching and heart warming and we agree to host a rescue party party this sunday! It's the least we can do.

So to the play which is spluttering a little. We brought Andy over from Aus to check out our lighting rig and some of it looks beautiful. Despite plotting it, we haven't had an official tech and run throughs have been bedevilled by lighting and sound blips. Family death and illness are occurring. Poor Donald has spent parts of the week running around trying to find blood donors for his sister who is undergoing various bone marrow and blood tests. Noel's big sister died on Pentecost but the family agreed he should stay in town and fly out later to attend the fifty day memorial. Some performances were ready weeks ago and are starting to go off the boil. Plus I am having doubts about my staging.

With motions of no confidence occurring every week and most politicians getting ever more shameless in their blatant disregard of the people, the play could not be more topical and could still be a winner. Tech tonight and previews for schools and families begin next week which hopefully will bring a sense of urgency and newness back to the work. I think I prefer the terror of 'Will it be ready?' to the terror of 'will it be over-ready?'