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THE RAILWAY CHILDREN

★★★★

Theatre at the Tabard

THE RAILWAY CHILDREN

Theatre at the Tabard

★★★★

“the world created is authentically and vividly brought to life”

Over the years, Theatre at the Tabard have built a solid reputation for creating family-friendly alternatives to pantomime over the festive season. In a city that is currently overrun with beanstalks, beauties, beasts and dames; to spend an evening with a company that harks back to traditional story telling is a breath of fresh air. This year, Edith Nesbit’s “The Railway Children” – adapted for the stage by Louise Haddington – further seals the Tabard’s reputation with its heartwarming take on the classic Edwardian story.

We are not plunged into a winter wonderland, but instead gently guided into the remote, rural Yorkshire landscape. There are some Yuletide concessions. Nick Gilbert’s choice of music incorporates hints of carols and, along with some festive snowfall, a modest Christmas tree accompanies the exchange of gifts. Like every ingredient of this show, the balance is carefully measured. Although geared to the younger audience the appeal spans the generations. Like the original novel and subsequent film adaptations, Haddington plucks at older heartstrings as well as playing to a youthful curiosity and sense of adventure.

The story is introduced by Perks, the perky (sorry!) station master, who quickly becomes friends with the three children who have wound up in the village of Oakworth. Uprooted from their London home the three children – Bobbie, Peter and Phyllis – arrive with their mother. Poverty has forced them to leave the city following the false arrest and imprisonment of their father for espionage; a fact that the mother keeps hidden from the rest of the family. Initially the children are unhappy with their new rat-infested home, but they quickly warm to the unfamiliar environment, finding amusement by the railway tracks and waving to the passengers on the trains that pass them by.

Clever and skilful simplicity rules the day, which is reflected in Rob Miles’ set design, manoeuvred by the actors to usher us from the railway station platform, to the cottage, to the rail tracks and to the village’s stone bridges and open fields. Simon Reilly’s smooth direction follows suit, neatly establishing the characters’ emotions as they rise and fall in rhythm to the contours of the storyline, firmly adopting the ‘less-is-more’ approach. Emma Rowe, Max Pascoe and Anya Burlton – as Bobbie, Peter and Phyllis respectively – tap into their childish nature without overplaying the child: Rowe, in particular, as the eldest sibling prematurely grappling with maternal responsibilities. Kirsten Shaw, as the mother, conveys well the era-specific need to reign in her emotions. Yet, although she can shield them from her children, she manages to convey them to the audience. Jay Olpin, as Perks, lights up the stage but can also provide shade, particularly when he reacts adversely to a surprise celebration of his birthday.

Christopher Laishley is the old gentleman who waves to the children from the train each morning. Laishley also plays the local doctor, the exiled Russian writer Mr Szczepanksky, and the children’s father, convincingly differentiating the roles with subtlety. The gentle flow of the show remains intact throughout, even though we are occasionally wanting a bit more boisterous conversation from the kids. Edwardian deference aside, it is unlikely that they would – without fail – allow a sibling’s sentence to finish before starting their own.

Yet overall, the dynamics are quite dazzling, and the world created is authentically and vividly brought to life, spurred on by Nat Green’s lighting (along with Gilbert’s soundscape), mixing evocative hues with bursts of smoke. The landslide scene in which a rail disaster is averted is effectively created with ingenious simplicity. Ultimately this is a moving tale that doesn’t wear its heart on its sleeve – the messages are subliminal – the emotions of hope and courage are felt rather than spelt out. The audience is split pretty much fifty-fifty across the young and the old. There is something here for everyone. You’d be wise to book for this journey quickly before it’s standing room only.

 



THE RAILWAY CHILDREN

Theatre at the Tabard

Reviewed on 10th December 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Matt Hunter


 

Most recently reviewed at this venue:

POSSUM TROT | ★★★ | November 2025
WODEHOUSE IN WONDERLAND  | ★★★★ | July 2025
THE BUSINESS OF MURDER | ★★★ | October 2024
DUET | ★★★ | April 2024

 

 

THE RAILWAY CHILDREN

THE RAILWAY CHILDREN

THE RAILWAY CHILDREN

DRACAPELLA

★★★★

Park Theatre

DRACAPELLA

Park Theatre

★★★★

“The sheer joy that gushes from the stage, like blood from a jugular, soaks us to the skin”

A caveat: if you try to fathom out what could be the link between Bram Stoker’s vampire classic, “Dracula”, and the world of a Capella singing, well – there isn’t one. Nor is there, particularly, a connection between the original novel and comedy. But Jez Bond and Dan Patterson – the co-writers of “Dracapella” – have plucked out of thin air a way to blend them together, throwing into the mix the art of beatboxing. It sounds illogical. It could be chaos. It may well be construed as a gimmick. However, the end result is an ingenious reinterpretation of the story: relentlessly funny, extremely silly, exceptionally clever, and punctuated by some very fine vocal performances.

Dracula isn’t such a bad chap really. He’s just a lost soul looking for love. Hence the opening number: Queen’s ‘Somebody to Love’. The seven cast members are supported by UK Beatbox champion Alexander Belgarion Hackett (aka ABH Beatbox) whose vocal dexterity anchors, not just the singing, but the whole soundscape of the show. Hackett provides every door slam, bell toll, bat cry, body fall, gun fire, flesh tear, sea storm, gale blow, body blow, horse trot, wolf howl, chain saw. As well as the bass and rhythm section for each song. There is no denying the virtuosity and the precision. However, spread over two hours, the novelty value is in danger of being sucked dry.

What won’t dry up are the jokes. There are many, many of them, tumbling relentlessly as though a giant Christmas cracker shaped piñata has been beaten to a pulp and the punchlines have fallen, not onto the ground, but into the pages of the script. Don’t worry if you miss one – there’s always another hot on its heels. And many are repeated anyway – there are enough running gags here to enter the London marathon.

Joking aside, “Dracapella” is a real treat. Not exactly an obvious choice for the seasonal programming, but there is a pantomime quality that creates a delightful festive atmosphere. In this vein, topical gags are shoehorned into the text, as are the array of hit songs that often come out of nowhere (most of them dragged, kicking and screaming, from the eighties). But once in the music, the vocal harmonies are magical and mesmerising. We could linger longer but the sheer pace of the show demands that some numbers are cut short and the thread of the story needs to be picked up again.

Ako Mitchell, as Dracula, is seriously cool (i.e. serious and cool), with an ability to switch to teasing playfulness. Bizarrely we are rooting for him throughout. Stephen Ashfield has comic timing and precision to a tee in his portrayal of Harker, the hard done by estate agent sent to Transylvania to seal the deal with the bloodthirsty Count. His journey from zero to hero is uplifting, no more so than for his bossy wife, Mina, played with a deliciously over ripe grace and hauteur by Lorna Want. But you can see all along that she’s pulling our legs. Her best friend, Lucy, is hilarious in the hands of Keala Settle, whose glowing presence fills the space with warmth and humour. Ciarán Dowd is relishing his role as an eccentric (to say the least) Van Helsing, doubling up as Sinister – Dracula’s faithful and foolish lackey. Completing the line up are Philip Pope as Lucy’s stuttering beau, Holmwood, whose stumbling words take flight on the wings of his musical prowess; and Monique Ashe-Palmer – a vocal powerhouse from the outset. The entire troupe are all vocally talented, multi-rolling triple threats.

Jez Bond directs with a schoolmaster’s diligence (come on – we’ve got to get through this story before the bell), while still allowing his charges to have the best time ever. The sheer joy that gushes from the stage, like blood from a jugular, soaks us to the skin – and we are loving it. Admittedly, the stakes are never high, the story becomes drawn out and the ideas get mercilessly recycled, but we are having too much fun by now to worry too much about that. I could bore you with the song list (there are some fabulous reinterpretations of old favourites), but instead I’d implore you to go and find out for yourself. “Dracapella” defies logic. A monster mashup: melodramatic, musical and mad. An unexpected feast you can really sink your teeth into.



DRACAPELLA

Park Theatre

Reviewed on 8th December 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Craig Sugden


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

JOBSWORTH | ★★★★ | November 2025
THE MEAT KINGS! (INC.) OF BROOKLYN HEIGHTS | ★★★★ | November 2025
KINDLING | ★★½ | October 2025
LEE | ★★★½ | September 2025
(GOD SAVE MY) NORTHERN SOUL | ★★ | September 2025
VERMIN | ★★★★ | September 2025

 

 

DRACAPELLA

DRACAPELLA

DRACAPELLA