It’s a while since I’ve been there and it reminded me how important it is to get outside, for me as well as him. The air smelt like bonfires. It was colder than a week ago.
And talking of seasons turning, I wanted to post about The Paddock, a production company I started in Lewes 8 years ago, and which has now had its time.
I will miss the camaraderie of the production teams, I will not miss the industrial hoover (thanks to Howard Eaton) with which I spent too many intimate hours.
I will miss the talents and generosity of the artists (professional and non), I will not miss the two-person van runs involving heavy equipment, though they were fun in a kind of outrageously exhausting ways.
I will miss the enthusiastic audiences, I will not miss people complaining because they couldn’t get into a sold-out show.
I am thankful for every bit of funding we received, I will not miss the hours spent researching and writing funding applications.
I could kiss all the volunteers and the Board and everyone who helped me create what I think were out of the ordinary, memorable performances.
Bye Bye Paddock – here’s to new seasons ahead.