A Christmas present to my granddaughter: tickets for The Railway Children at the purpose built Kings Cross Theatre. Her mother and father joined us for a cold February Sunday matinee. The arrangement of the stage (or rather platforms) meant we were closer to the actors (and the steam train) than anywhere I can remember.
I had also given H the book for Christmas, and she had really enjoyed it. So she knew the story backwards. The acting was occasionally over the top, but I guess that was great for the children in the audience. I thought it seemed a little amateurish at times, but then there were moments of surprisingly huge emotional impact. Overall, very enjoyable.
After the show, we were being treated to tea at the St Pancras Renaissance Hotel. It rained heavily and blustery all the way from the theatre to the hotel so we arrived pretty wet. After stowing coats at the cloakroom, we were shown to our seats in the vast lobby that doubles as a lounge.
Our table was at the far end with the added benefit of a brilliant lady harp player close by.
And of course the tea was amazing.
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