WOMAN AND SCARECROW at the Tobacco Factory, Bristol
Somewhere in Ireland ‘Woman’ lies dying, and the cause appears to be her own bitterness and spite. She is accompanied by the taunting figure of Scarecrow, who we come to suspect is her conscience, reminding her of all the dreams and passions that she has failed to explore in a life tied to the raising of eight children, having been abandoned by a serially unfaithful and largely absent husband. . . this is a thought-provoking and imaginative play about the regret that comes with a life only half-lived.”
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