Seasonally appropriate, A Midsummer Night's Dream, performed in the big park down the road late afternoon on Sunday.
'I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.'
You know the storyline - a love quadrangle, meddlesome fairies, thespian craftsmen, boo-boos and boohoos, after which we assume they all lived happily ever after (though I'm not overly hopeful for Helena. I mean, would you want a boyfriend who was with you just because of some magic potion?)
The script may not have included a treeful of squawking magpies, two squad cars and a circling police helicopter but it all added to the atmosphere.
Speaking of boyfriends, I'm in the process of choosing one.
The book was a gift from the Girlie and I seem to be drawn to the artistic type.
I think it might be the beard. And the ponytail.