A kick in the Widdershins

I am here to proclaim once again the puppet gospel.
It's very much a niche area of the performing arts, woefully underfunded (like almost anything worthwhile) and fighting for its very existence in some places. For more on this topic visit http://www.theatre-of-widdershins.co.uk and click on to the blog section.
Makes depressing reading, but it's heartening to see another puppet organisation as committed as our own redoubtable Clive Chandler and his Puppetlink group and equally prepared to stand up and be counted.
With Cannon Hill Park's finest arts venue now embroiled in the big renovation, it's going to be a while before Brum audiences have a chance to see Theatre of Widdershins shows.
The Langleys have seen two of their excellent productions at the mac, Rumpelstiltskin and The King's got Donkey Ears. With the third current show in the repertoire, Furry Tails, standing no chance of being there for some time now and not scheduled for Shrewsbury until July 22, we decided to grab the chance to make the trip to Stamford in Lincolnshire and the excellent Arts Centre right in the middle of the pedestrian-friendly and traffic-hostile town to catch it.
It was, as expected, brilliant stuff. Andy Lawrence makes all his puppets as well as manipulating them and he has a real knack of creating memorable characters. Here he plays around with the number three to present the stories of those triplet pigs, Goldilocks and those bears and the Billy Goats Gruff.
There is some wild invention in the telling of these old tales. Iggy the pig turns out to be a high wire expert, Goldilocks ends up with porridge doing the same job as botox and the troll does a Neil Armstrong with a club singer twist. There's another wickedly off-the-wall take on Daddy Bear, but I won't let on just in case you get a chance to see the show - all the dates are on the website and all three productions are highly recommended.
The company is based in Bedfordshire, but tours extensively and, with the sorry state of arts funding is more and more concentrating on village hall shows. Hard times are forging a rather special kind of community art at a very local level.
A feature of Widdershins productions is that the audience is invited to inspect the puppets after the show and that's when you can truly appreciate the detail that goes into the characters and the sheer skill and invention of their maker's craft.
The upcoming Widdershins show will be Rapunzel and the Tower of Doom and is highly anticipated by the Langley clan.
Incidentally, if you do get to Stamford some time, take the kids to the play park on Recreation Ground Road. As well as the usual stuff (including a marvellous see-saw holding up to six) leave the kids alone for a while and they'll find the best climbing tree in the Midlands, quite a squat thing (which makes it easy to get in to) with big shiny green leaves and it's quite near the official climbing frame. It should be on all tourist maps.
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Langley (Mr), Sid,
I am a comparative newcomer myself to puppetry and all its joys.
Although I was commissioned to complete a highly regarded scale model for Lord Charles, off of Ray Allen and Lord Charles fame, I'm not sure it is PC to classify the little toff as a puppet.
The point you raise about a lack of funding and attention for puppetry is a worthy one. But it might interest yourself to know that I ventured into the world of puppet performing via YouTube. There are some excellent clips of puppetry upon this website and maybe that is avenue for the likes of the Widdershins to explore?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eM9opAFewss
They could start to use modern technology to bring an age-old artistic talent to a whole new audience.
Then they could entice them to watch them in the actual factual flesh, so to speak.
The juxtopositionisation of that is probably ironic or something.
Your's!
Derek (Mr) Belm.