As another week passes by, the Eisteddfod Genedlaethol, its’ iconic pink pavilion and all of it’s proceedings are now but a distant memory…and a fantastic one at that. I had the pleasure of working with Theatr Genedaethol Cymru through-out the week of the festival and it was a week full of great experiences.
By day, I was a tea making extraordinaire in the Theatres’ Café (Caffi’r Theatrau) and by night my role as front-of-house assistant for the production, Nansi, was done in an equally fun-filled manner.
The Theatres’ Café was located in the heart of the Drama Village (Pentref Drama) and at the helm were staff members from various production and theatre companies from across Wales. It was a great location for eisteddfod-goers to fully embrace a chance to discuss and chat about Welsh theatre, be it theatre from present, past or future. You could even pop in just to have a sit down in a comfy chair and enjoy a cuppa, whilst the Drama Hut (Cwt Drama) and Theatre (Theatr y Maes) were full to the brim of audiences waiting eagerly to witness a range of productions, lectures and talk created for kids and families alike. I was lucky to be in such a location that I was within reaching distance of both venues and was easily able to hop over to witness the wealth of Welsh theatre that was on offer.
After a busy day at the Eisteddfod ground, it was on to Llanfair Caereinion, a village about ten minutes away, to work as a front of house assistant on Theatr Genedlaethol Cymru’s production, Nansi. This was a new drama by Angharad Price, telling the tale of Wales’s most famous harpist, Nansi Richards. The Institute was the venue for the performances and tickets were sold out every night! I think this a sign not only of Nansi Richards’s popularity within the area and throughout Wales, but the supportive and enthusiastic nature of all eisteddfod goers and the local community. The audiences’ excitement really set a lovely tone for the evening of theatre ahead and it was a joy to witness the production in their company.
The last Saturday of the festival came around very quickly, and whilst shoving an urn and the last few tea bags into the boot of the car, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness that my time at the Eisteddfod had come to an end. Although, I soon snapped out of it by remembering that next year’s proceedings with Monmouthshire and District leading the way are to be looked forward to. So here’s to 2016’s antics, we shall see what fun they will bring…