Last night was the opening night of Prince of the Pagodas.
The dock, (the area to the side of the stage, used for storing the scenery, lighting etc), was turned into a hive of activity in the run up, with makers coming from all over the place. One of the beauties of working with a ballet company is that they have to have their working area at a certain -warm- temperature; so instead of being stuck working in a space that normally feels like an icebox it is in fact quite cosy.
One of the makers was an old friend, Phil, whose job I took over at ENB, (or London Festival Ballet, as it was then), when he left to go freelance. And very well he's done too...an Emma Peel catsuit a la Uma Thurman anyone?