The Wooden Meadow

Jim’s run this pub theatre for as long as anyone can remember. It might be held together with gaffer tape and hope, but then so is Jim. It’s got charm, anyway. It’s got history. Punters used to queue thirty deep at the box office. To watch the deaths of kings and the fall of empires in a room above a pub. Play and a pint! Magic. But while Jim’s been keeping the lights on, the world’s rolled on beneath him. Numbers are drying up and creditors are closing in. What Jim needs is one big hit to keep the wolf from the door, but the cupboard’s bare. Well, it’s almost bare…

Part of the Vibrant Festival