Whitby Day #3, Play: The Right to Disappear, & Musical: A Very Divine Election
Phew! By Sunday, the end was in sight.. not, I hasten to add, that I wanted it to come to an end, it's just we did so much.. I did have to wear earplugs again the night before, more for the noise in what was now a busier guesthouse than before, than for exterior noise. I packed and was on my way out, but the owner, who was having breakfast, had left the kitchen door open - presumably for this exact purpose - and nabbed me on my way out for a chat. So that was the end of meeting the others on time.. We were to meet at the museum , which we hadn't managed to see yet. Heading in that direction, I was delighted to come across the statue of a woman knitting a "gansey", which JW (uber-organiser and chief factotum) had also photographed on Friday - it's particularly interesting to me, as "geansaí", pronounced the same way, is the Irish for "jumper": I was delighted to see the museum had a cloakroom, which I made a beeline for with my case. The entry...