My daughter, Hannah, and I went to the Theatre in the open on Sunday evening.
The walk through the wood was lined with flags
We spread out on the hillside with rather an intimate audience.
Sadly, things did not end well for the ladies Goneril or Regan...
or almost any one else as it turns out....
The evening breeze picked up through the branches and rustled the leaves
at the most opportune moments in the production...
almost as if Shakespeare himself were there directing the elements.