The morning of Friday 23rd June 2017 dawned much like any other for the unsuspecting residents of Whitby. Hoteliers, fisher-folk and pirates all went about their business as usual, blissfully unaware of what was about to descend upon them. For throughout the day, travelling in small groups to avoid arousing suspicion, strange people descended upon Whitby (some of them, it must be said, were much stranger than others). BaCStage were coming to town!
By the next morning “are you with that acting group?” had become a common refrain in pubs, chip shops, tea shops, pubs, cafes, ice-cream parlours, pubs, chip shops, pubs, restaurants, tea shops and pubs across Whitby. Sightings of actors were reported along the coast from Robin Hood’s Bay to Sandsend. Some were said to have ventured inland by train, and there were even reports of actors taking to the river in canoes (we perform all our own stunts at BaCStage).
Restaurateurs spoke in hushed tones of a marauding gang of up to two dozen actors roaming the streets demanding to be fed en masse, with their strange dietary requests such as “brown toast” (“you want it left in the toaster a bit longer?”), “wheat bread – no, not white bread, wheat bread” and “what sort of eggs do you have?” (“Chicken” “No, I mean fried, or scrambled, or…?” “Oh…”).
By Sunday morning even the vampires were getting worried.
Then on Monday, as mysteriously as the actors had entered the town, they exited. Was there no performance? Well, there was a certain amount of “acting up” as one might expect of theatre folk. This was not, though, the latest leg of our world tour; this was a social occasion, a gathering of BaCStagers past and present to eat, drink and be merry. We’d like to say a big thank you to all the good people of Whitby for their warm welcome, and also thank you to those within our group – you know who you are – for organising such a marvellous expedition and for providing photographic evidence that it really did happen. Here’s to the next one!
You can see more photos of our exploits here.