Day One: ‘The Whitechapel Fiend’
The announcement of not one but two new Sherlockian plays
in well-respected local theatres in Western England meant that a sojourn was planned. My initial destination was
Bristol, where I had toured some filming locations less than a month before. My
coach pulled into the Bristol stop bang on time, but I had a half hour wait for
my connecting coach, to nearby Weston-Super-Mare. This also left on time, but
due to heavy traffic and roadworks the one hour journey took double this, seriously
ruining my tight timetable. I therefore decided to postpone my planned dash
back to Bristol to visit Hengrove Park and the former site of Bristol Airport
which appeared as the modern-day Airfield in ‘Sherlock: The Abominable Bride’.
Having grabbed some lunch from a nearby supermarket, a five
minute walk brought me to Weston Museum, which was hosting ‘Adventures in
Time and Space: 60 Years of Doctor Who Art’. This was a display of the
original artwork from Target novelisations, other books, comics, BBC video
covers, Big Finish audio plays, and even the portrait of Ace from a deleted scene in ‘Silver
Nemesis’. I slowly wandered round the whole exhibition, taking photos of the
Sixth Doctor related items, and the cabinets of merchandise.

Passing under ‘Pinwheel’ created by local graffiti artist, Banksy, for
his dystopian theme park ‘Dismaland’ which was housed in the former site of the
Tropicana waterpark on Weston’s promenade, I made my way to Clara’s Cottage,
which transported me back to the early 1900s, showing what houses in Weston
were like. A large display of dolls representing all English Kings and Queens
brought back nostalgic memories of my maternal grandmother who collected
similar dolls, and took me to Weston on multiple occasions as a young boy.
Having browsed the other galleries, and looked in the gift
shop, which was not offering items I did not already have or could buy closer
to home, save a ‘Knit Your Own Doctor Who Scarf’ kit, I made my way out of the
museum and walked the five minutes to the promenade and Weston beach. As in my
youth, the tide was a very long way out, but I sat on a bench wallowing in
nostalgia.
It was then a twenty minute walk back to Weston Station, where
I bought a ticket back to Bristol Temple Meads, staying on the same train using
my pre-bought ticket to Swindon. Arriving half-an-hour earlier than planned, I
browsed some of the local shops, before catching the #51 bus to Cirencester.
This was also scheduled to take an hour, but luckily there were no traffic
problems so I was dropped in the Market Square bang on time. My accommodation
for the night was three minutes away, and having checked in, I made my way back
to the Market Place, and along a main road, grabbing some food on the way,
until I reached The Barn Theatre, where my evening’s entertainment was to be ‘Sherlock Holmes and the Whitechapel Fiend’, a comedy adventure in which Conan
Doyle's fictional Victorian London collides with the 1888 Whitechapel Murders.


Having bought a programme, I settled into my seat a few
rows back, to enjoy four actors constantly swapping parts, multiple running
gaps, amazing set design (including two separate pits). I found myself laughing
heartily in places, and even sussed out Jack’s identity. (see here for a fuller review).
Returning to my accommodation, I watched a few videos on my
iPad before turning in for the night.
Day Two: ‘The Poison Wood’
Retracing my steps of the previous evening, I found myself
waiting for the #51 bus outside the Barn Theatre. This arrived on time, and I
made my way back to Swindon. Walking up to the Station, I was in plenty of time
for my booked train, which arrived a few minutes late, due to another train
which was only for alighting passengers beating them into the platform. (The announcements
not to board the train seemed to be being ignored by almost everyone).
A fifteen minute journey brought me to Dicot Parkway (visited
in a previous Sojourn). Hurrying to the bus stop outside the station, it looked
like my planned bus #X34 was due to arrive on time. However, after about a
minute the display changed to indicate that the next bus was only going part of
the route (all #X34’s go to a nearby supermarket, but only one an hour goes all
the way to Newbury). The Newbury service was then advertised as fifteen minutes
away for fifteen minutes. However, finally the service arrived, and I spent the
entire journey worrying that I would miss my connection at the other end.
However, the driver managed to make up time en-route and I arrived five minutes
before the due date of my next bus. A ten minute journey on the #4 bus brought me
to the outskirts of Bagnor, and a twenty minute walk brought me to the picturesque
Watermill Theatre.
I was early, so decided to have a meal in the bar area. The
Watermill also has a highly-regarded restaurant, but this needed to be pre-booked and I was concerned
that I would not be able to get there by the required time. A ham-and-cheese
Panini and a bucketful of chips (with tomato sauce and mayonnaise dips) very much
hit the spot, and just as I was finishing staff members came round selling programmes,
and as I had pre-booked one, handed it over for me to read as I finished my
meal.

Making my way to the theatre itself, I was very amused by a
‘lost’ poster on one of the wooden supports, and also a display of SH related
books from a local bookshop. Taking my seat towards the back of the Circle, I
settled in for ‘Sherlock Holmes and the Poison Wood’, a musical that I had originally seen in a cutdown form at London’s The Other Palace as
part of MTFest 2023 in February 2023, with the same actors playing
Lestrade and Moriarty. It turned out that I had booked for the Relaxed
Performance which also featured surtitles. However, by sitting up in my seat I
could use the venue’s roof to obscure these as I was finding them distracting.
The music was amazing, the actors wonderful and the script very funny. (see
here for fuller review)

Following the final bows, I realised that I could just
catch a bus back into Newbury (the next one not being for two hours after that),
so hurried back to the required stop, twenty-five minutes walk away. Back in central
Newbury, I wasted time in shops, before catching a late-running train back to
London Paddington, from where I slowly made my way home, feeling very tired. It
certainly had been a dramatic couple of days.