Today I’m on the train to Newcastle and one week from today on a plane to Aberdeen, my home town! All this travelling sounds glamorous...and it would be if I was sitting in first class with many cups of tea on offer. Instead I'm in the quiet coach which is warm and comfy enough. We packed our personal skips (travelling boxes) last week with lots of warm clothes in preparation for the weeks ahead. Unfortunately as beautiful as the old theatres are, they are freezing! ;-)
Since January we’ve been rehearsing our new works alongside existing repertoire and now it's time to share with our audiences. There’s been a lot of sweat and tears, plus a bloody nose to be exact! Sadly I won't get to see my parents when we’re in Aberdeen. They are still relaxing in Vietnam with my sister who now lives there with her husband and four gorgeous kids. I experienced the Vietnamese culture over the Christmas break and I can definitely say it is an exquisite place full of plentiful colour and aromas.
Aberdeen will see the première of our L'Après-midi d'un faune and Mark Baldwin’s What Wild
Ecstasy; the former a revival with huge amounts of history (being revived by Ann Whitley and Christopher Bruce) and the other a new and exciting contemporary creation. Both are rich in movement but require different energies. You won’t see me in What Wild Ecstasy as I have been helping Mark look after it, by working with the dancers and rehearsing them. They’ve been really great and it's been hugely rewarding.
I love coming home to Aberdeen. I love the people, the lilting accent and the fresh weather. I guess 'fresh' is an understatement! I'm sad that we didn't perform here more often when I was younger. I think only one of my grandparents saw me perform at His Majesty's Theatre and it was when I returned to stage after quite a serious injury. I had to overcome so many fears that week and I was lucky I was at home with my family. If anyone believes in fate then this was definitely it. Throughout my career I’ve had tremendous support from Aberdonians and the local papers. They have followed my journey and been generous with their words. I will be forever grateful for their support. Bonny Scotland here I come...