A Weekend of Theatre, History, and Hidden Stories



Some weekends are special—not just for where you go, but for the moments you collect along the way. This past weekend was one of those, filled with good company, history, and the start of something extraordinary.

Tea, Tradition, and a Familiar Favourite

I started the weekend in the best way possible: tea at my favourite place with my dear friend T. There’s something about a proper cream tea that feels like a warm embrace from history itself—fluffy scones, clotted cream, and the kind of conversation that reminds you why you hold certain people close.





London Calling: From Rehearsals to the Rosetta Stone

After our leisurely tea a few days later, it was time for something entirely different—my first rehearsal for Vision: The Musical. There’s always a particular energy to the first day of a new production, the hum of possibility mingling with the excitement of meeting castmates who will soon become family probably... Getting the train from Cardiff into London is really easy. 


New Musical, let's gooooo!

With rehearsals done, I checked into what might be the most unexpectedly gorgeous place I’ve ever stayed: a building that once housed student halls. You’d never know from looking at it now—elegant, atmospheric, the kind of place that whispers of past lives and long-gone laughter. There was a beautiful fountain in the garden, which made me think of the river back home, so I never had any issues with sleep here. 

London, of course, has its own past stretching far beyond any single building. The next morning, I made a pilgrimage to some of its most storied sites. The Shard, piercing the sky like a modern monument to ambition. The British Museum, home to artieacts that have shaped how we understand the world. And then, the Rosetta Stone—perhaps the most famous key to unlocking history itself. It’s humbling to stand before something that bridged centuries of linguistic mystery, a reminder of how much we owe to the perseverance of those who refuse to let knowledge remain buried.



Crossbones Graveyard: A Forgotten Resting Place

But history isn’t just grand museums and famous discoveries. Sometimes, it’s the forgotten corners, the hidden stories, that feel most personal. Crossbones Graveyard is one of those places.








Tucked away in Southwark, this unconsecrated burial ground was the final resting place for thousands of souls—mostly those who didn’t fit into society’s neat, respectable boxes. Many were medieval sex workers, the Winchester Geese who lived under the rule of the Bishop of Winchester but were denied Christian burial. Others were paupers, outcasts, and the lost voices of London’s past.

It’s a haunting yet oddly beautiful space, now a memorial garden where ribbons and tributes flutter in remembrance. And given who I am—well, it’s entirely likely that an ancestor of mine is buried there since I had heard many a story when some of my relatives were tracing down the family tree that we had some ancestors who lived in the worst slums in Whitechapel, and around Borough market, so being related to some of the lowest of the lowest in society, it's possible that there may well be a couple of ancestors buried in Crossbones, or any other mass public grave in London. Many also likely went missing and were lost to time, with the body-snatchers and such. It’s the sort of place that makes you reflect on lineage, on the forgotten people who built the world beneath our feet.



Vision: The Musical—A Story Worth Telling




Amid all this history, I’m stepping into a story of my own. Vision: The Musical is an ambitious, moving production that brings the life of Saint Bernadette to the stage. The cast is wonderful—warm, talented, and passionate about telling this story right.

For me, this summer is a significant one. With CVID, doing a full-length production with a long run would be an impossible challenge. But shorter runs? That’s something I can pour my energy into. Vision is a big project, but it’s one I’m ready for, and I can’t wait to bring it to life with this brilliant team.

If you want to see Vision: The Musical, you can find tickets here: https://www.visionthemusical.com/

Come and be part of something special.

Looking Ahead

A weekend of tea, theatre, history, and hidden stories. If that isn’t the perfect mix, I don’t know what is. Here’s to the journey ahead—on stage and beyond.

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