Waiting in the wings your heart pounds.
Behind you is the hard, wooden hull of a ship, before you a table of objects, each within a neatly white-taped square – a basket of vegetables, a pocket watch, a letter.
You move on and see a man flying a kite in an airless room, while others plot the ground with a giant’s tape measure.
At The Royal National Theatre, nothing is as it seems.
A nick in the ship’s solid oak beams reveals they’re polystyrene.
You touch the vegetables and realise they’re rubber.
And the mysterious men, it emerges, are setting the stage for Three Days In The Country, starring Mark… Read the full story