On the weekend of 23rd-26th June 2017 BaCStagers past and present descended upon the unsuspecting town of Whitby for a long weekend of exploring, eating, drinking, being merry and general socialising. Here are some photos from a weekend that has already become part of the BaCStage legend!
Friday evening, and having been released from their carry crates the actors familiarise themselves with their new surroundings
It’s Whitby, it’s Friday night – welcome to the Not-quite-end-of-the-pier show
“…and if I tread on this board here the trapdoor will open, and that chap there will plunge into the sea below!”
We do like a nice bit of atmospheric lighting
Saturday morning, and the BaCStage Stunt Team (Aquatic Squad) report for duty
Meanwhile on dry land – “How many steps? 199? Yeah, good one!”
Our intrepid adventurers bravely set off…
… steely determination etched on their faces…
… while at a local tea shop, others braved the shortage of booster chairs
Up the creek, very much with paddles
Wherever we went, we felt that we were being watched…
Can’t think how all those Dracula stories came about
We found the chorus line for our next panto…
… went for a drink with some locals…
… and some of us even tried a bit of swinging!
Back on the river, and Hogwarts is just around the corner (one for our younger reader there)
We counted them all out, we counted them all back again, and we had a lifeboat on standby just in case
Even those of us who didn’t go canoeing faced extreme danger from wave action
The pool by the pier rocks! (time for that paddle guitar solo…)
We found the perfect venue for our next post-production meeting
Sunday morning. Let’s hope there are no pirates around to prey upon these unsuspecting folk
Oh no! Pirates!
The pirates demanded money. We didn’t put up much of a fight.
“There you are dear, there’s your monthly allowance. Now give it to that pirate before he waves his weapon at us again”
One of our group started to sense the impending piratey peril
“Help, I’ve been kidnapped!” “By pirates?” “No, much worse – by actors!”
“…and over there, behind that rusty iron gate – that’s where we imprisoned the last bunch of actors who came up here trying to haggle a group discount!”
“near, far, where-eeeeeever you are…” (“Jackie, I want you to draw me like one of those French girls”)
“…and to your left you can see Whitby’s largest free bar…”
“Mutiny! Mutiny! They’ve all got it…” oh hang on, that doesn’t work
Someone on the boat had too much rum
Man caught stalking women through woods claims that “one of them is my wife”. We’ve all tried that excuse…
None of our younger members came along – or did they…?
Old Mulgrave Castle. It was like that when we found it, honest
“I’ve built the set – where are the flippin’ actors?!”
Please do not feed the actors. They are becoming even more of a nuisance than the seagulls
Sunset over Whitby at the end of a splendid weekend