Once I’ve made the descent down the knotted rope (doesn’t get any less scarier even after 50+ descents by the way) and had a little explore, I find that lady again and set up camp in front of her. Whatever I do in those next 5 minutes has an effect on her because she’s started to cry. This happened to me on the second day of our Brighton shows with a man, a Dad watching the show with his daughters. I knew from a little, sad shake of his head that he had created a story for my character and he understood some of what we were trying to show and suggest.

Our audiences have given us all such a wealth of different responses; offering water, pointing us in the right direction, giving advice and bananas, taking our snacks, asking if they can climb the rope, big waving, secret waving, dancing with us, holding to their chest a tiny pair of shoes, pulling a wheelie across the performance space, blowing kisses, asking what planet we come from, holding our luggage. It’s been an adventure, an experiment, but we’ve found that the majority of their responses have been full of care, understanding and help and they have given us all a little more hope….thank you audiences xxx