Starting with Storm Ophelia that brought sand from the Sahara, our new programmer, a BGT winner and ending with Storm Brian

Starting with Storm Ophelia that brought sand from the Sahara, our new programmer, a BGT winner and ending with Storm Brian

Starting with Storm Ophelia that brought sand from the Sahara, our new programmer, a BGT winner and ending with Storm Brian

Weeding, the bare foot jogger and Paul, still very, Young

Weeding, the bare foot jogger and Paul, still very, Young

I had another rubbish bin experience this week, when I told my oldest son, he looked at me aghast ‘you haven’t been falling out of rubbish bins again have you?’ he asked incredulously. But in my defence I was trying

A move, the hula hooper and an autumn swim

A move, the hula hooper and an autumn swim

We had a new office space created several weeks, might even be months, ago. It was something that had been thought about for a while; the original theatre office used to be in a separate building and was very typical

Our Georgian ancestors, the new autumn/winter programme, a literary living room and Macmillan World’s Biggest Coffee Morning

Our Georgian ancestors, the new autumn/winter programme, a literary living room and Macmillan World’s Biggest Coffee Morning

I often wonder how the Marine patrons of years past organised things like the theatre programme because on the one hand I am incredibly excited at the prospect of our new programme being published, but on the other I am full of

Deadlines, the Story Boat returns, Transformers and a national treasure

Deadlines, the Story Boat returns, Transformers and a national treasure

There really are no two weeks alike at the Marine Theatre and this past week couldn’t have been more different. Probably one of the most crucial deadlines in the theatre calendar is for the theatre programme; we aim to have it

The Beach & Barnicott, Mr Darcy Loses the Plot, a wedding and storytime

The Beach & Barnicott, Mr Darcy Loses the Plot, a wedding and storytime

There are occasions, when the holiday season is over, that I look at my work schedule and think ah, a few days respite, time to regroup and recharge; but that is a fallacy because every time a space opens up

I see no ships…other than the fishing boat that is rather low in the water

I see no ships…other than the fishing boat that is rather low in the water

It has been a long time in the making, quite literally, but Vera finally arrived on Wednesday evening with all the pomp and circumstance one would expect for such a VIP. I speak of one of the last remaining original lerrets

The August bank holiday, Stonehenge, escaping parrots and giant toads

The August bank holiday, Stonehenge, escaping parrots and giant toads

We’re obsessed with our weather; it’s either too hot, too cold, too wet or too dry. Great Britain has always had a variable climate due to our geographical position but there is no question it has become all the more confusing

Wheelie bins, Shakespeare and the Land Army

Wheelie bins, Shakespeare and the Land Army

The thing about a job description is that it doesn’t always describe every aspect of your job. Take mine for instance; ‘Theatre Manager’ includes deputising for the Theatre Director when necessary and liaising with volunteers but there is no mention

I was thrown a bit of a curve ball this week

I was thrown a bit of a curve ball this week

I was thrown a bit of a curve ball this week, it was unexpected and took everyone by surprise, so I’ve turned to my poetry in dedication to someone whose strength and determination was and always will be an inspiration. To My