La Manche: The Sleeve

Twenty-one miles (as the gull flies) to France. So near yet so far. Flash-back to a golden age of bathing. Channel fever grips the nation. Our foolhardy romantic emerges from her ?modesty’ hut to join the Channel swimmers. Dollops of goose fat and a glint of foolhardy eccentricity. Flash-forward, will it go swimmingly or will the tide turn? Expect one woman, witty physical theatre and inventive use of props all from the depths of her bathing hut. This is a gloriously absurd tribute to The Channel.