The holiday already seems a long time ago. You slip so easily back into the routine of work, and visiting the supermarket, and de-fleaing the cat, and all the other drudgeries that make up daily life. The cat, by the way, seems to have survived the holiday unscathed. She stayed at a cattery, which may have been a welcome break for her, or may have brought back chilling memories of her early days in the rescue centre, before we came along and rescued her for the second time. I say unscathed, but you don't really know what she made of it all. She was certainly very affectionate when she came back home, which I suppose is better than sitting in a corner and sulking.
One highlight of the holiday was a chance to see some Shakespeare: The Tempest, performed al fresco in the grounds of Pembroke Castle. Which was certainly an atmospheric setting, especially in the early evening, sitting out in the open while dusky night slowly settled in around you. Perhaps the castle walls didn't quite convey the ship tossed in a storm scene at the beginning; or look much like an island later on; but I find one has to use a bit of imagination in the theatre. So I imagined a few trees here and there, seeing the designer hadn't thought to supply any. I tried to keep the children abreast of the plot, which wasn't always easy as it's been a while since I last read the play, and the actors did insist on doubling up on parts, which lost me at times. However, it all came off well enough. And the actors all seemed to remember their lines, which is always a good sign.
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