Half crouched dressed in calf cutting wellington boots, wrapped cling-film like in a kagool of dubious 70's disposition. I came out of hiding, from behind the wall, that allowed another torrent of misplaced car parkers/players, to pass by and not to notice we were really back stage.

After they had passed, I drew breath and walked forward to face the final sunset of the beach, around the wall, the wind teasing what skin was revealed about my face and around the blue tarpaulins that wrapped and flapped about the shrouded headphones,cow and cablecar bike machines.Then I stretched my body, my sun baked,wind and rain blown being, my now familiar twitcherness, my confidence, readied itself, to became that person, the curtain twitcher...just at the point when a lady of unique disposition, with a toy dog on a lease burst my bubble!

"Are you the people who are weirdy weirdy, doing stuff?"

"uhm?"

"You know, weirdy doing..oh fine art arty..are you all fine arty, you know weirdy?"

Like a thump I came out of character..

"Um..this is interactive Theatre, its about to happen, if you would like a ticket, just pop around the corner and ask, there will be someone who can help you, its the National
Theatre of Wales production called the Beach"

This had no effect..the toy dog looked left and right,relieved its bladder at my feet and looked up at the lady who asked again with some determination...

"Are you the weirdy weirdy people who doing......."

... not knowing what to say next, I made some feeble excuse and made my escape and I walked very quickly back to a small hut of a building full of half dressed people in Wellington's and macs, clothes strewn about, piled on bikes, chairs, boxes and on an unused table football machine and then, I offered small empty bottles to them all, suggesting they fill them with sand for sentimental reasons, before running around and being very grouchy with complete strangers for two hours and ranting about a cable car!

I have had time to reflect upon this moment now, and realise that the lady with the toy dog was probably the quintessential representation of normality at that geographical location at that point in time!
Perhaps though, with some training, and tweaking, no doubt..she too could easily have become one of us..."weirdy weirdy you know doing fine arty.........welly, weirdy mac wearing Curtain Twitchers"


Thanks to you all, for an experience, of quite unique magnitude and disposition.
xxx