Post-Christmas has to be a pantomime. Ours was Red Riding Hood at the Theatre Royal in Stratford. Normally I hate the idea of the panto, yet on every occasion I have enjoyed the experience. I put this down to going with the grandchildren but, in truth, the Theatre Royal is also an atmospheric place to be in. And, of course, Sheila knows most of the cast having taught them at some time.
Pantomimes must have their scary characters and we wondered whom, amongst the grandkids, would be frightened. But the big bad wolf, initially posing as Sir Robin Wales, didn’t cause too much trouble; Tove seemingly being the least bothered. My hat off, though, to the huge mechanical BBW, with glowing red eyes, that brought the first half to a close.