|a lonely beast holding his packed lunch |
wandered through the trees
Midnight in Victoria Park
This did begin as a sensible story-mapping and thens tory-making expedition, setting out to build a sense of a story as a physical journey by looking at the local Victoria Park in Nelson…..But then we recklessly asked "what happens here at midnight..."
The Beasts crept out of our woodwork and when the troll-bath was found and Shrek's toilet, imaginations started to escape…..
We were watched by Mr and Mrs Troll
|rabbit among the leaves|
|a troll in the mud|
|we beat on the enchanted door |
but it would only open at midnight
|we even met a collection of excited witches, princesses |
and monsters on the Broomstick Bus ready to go to a party
|the sinister shadows of monsters followed us |
through the day-time woods
- how much more exciting would midnight be?
|and when we left, the only traces of the magical world we had met |
was the ring of crocus under the trees