Hi John - didn't get a chance to say hello or even goodbye yesterday... we'd had a punishing journey down on the rugby train and were under pressure to shove back on to get home again - 2 carriages! can you believe it???   we survived standing for 2 hours and got seats around Ludlow... despite that, Film Team had an amazing time - thanks again to you all for a fantastic party! 

Hello John,

Really interested in getting more involved with NTW, despite my age! Any advice about Group/s to join please? Acting and Directing work to date mainly with schools, Colleges, and some Adult groups, but keen to do more and to network! Have offered to work on a voluntary basis at NTW if appropriate and required.

Many thanks John

Wendy

Can't wait for spring. Spring glamour plans looking so good. Hugs :)xx

Thank you John.  I'm so pleased to have discovered this community, as living in London has often made me feel so remote from  welsh roots and connections.  It's great to see such lively creativity being used which I hope I can contribute to, both as an Actress and writer .  Here's to a good year ahead for all

Good letter about Freedom Theatre John, thanks!

I thought people might be interested in this poem I've drafted for Jacob....Apologies if this isn't the right place to post it.

F.X .

A poem for Jacob Gough 31^st July 2011.

Midnight chimes. Moist air carries the clangs

and the rattle-roar of the dark train that mends

the track between here and your old home, Aber.

No stranger to small hours, you work on

after rehearsals to make effects, cue sound

and light and programme visions.

At The Barmouth Assembly we asked,

What’s left after the summer tides?

And stormed the ice cream parlour

with music, words and war games

from Play Station conscripts. Barmouth’s band

of back bedroom snipers fire at screens of empty towns.

Now, manager of Freedom Theatre in Jenin,

your Call of Duty at 3.30 a.m. is to witness

the humiliation of your technician,

to squat in broken glass and become hostage

with young children whilst arrests are made.

Real IDF commandos with real guns,

pledged to uphold the impossible

‘Purity of Arms’ code to, “maintain

humanity even in combat.”

Earlier, on a level patch of Welsh hillside,

I reeled through a martial form: slow, elegant,

designed only to deflect unarmed attack.

The energy ball I held was an imagined globe

one hand on Wales, the other on Palestine.

Special ops were the hand-over of sky-

screaming swifts to soft fluttering bats.

Whilst turning the tides of Tai Chi

I focused on your impeccable sense

of timing, sharp ability to read cues

and hope this keeps you safe as gun

muzzles bore and silence.

Hi John,

Peri and I are in Cardiff on Wed morning if you have any time for a cup of tea and a chat? No worries if not. Let us know if your over this way or we'll try you again next time we are in the big smoke, Sarah