Reviews Bristol Published 3 December 2015

The Night that Autumn Turned to Winter

Bristol Old Vic Studio ⋄ 26th November 2015 - 10th January 2016

Little Bulb’s giant snowball of delight.

Rosemary Waugh
Credit: Jack Offord

Credit: Jack Offord

If there was an unexpected highlight of Little Bulb’s recently-touring Orpheus, then it was the bucolic country wildlife – a donkey, a piglet and a rabbit – joyfully lolloping on and off stage.

From performers who seem to be particularly skilled at evoking our farmyard friends, it is therefore nothing but a giant, marshmallowy snowball of delight to have them now perform a Christmas show with an approximate 90/10 ratio in favour of animal vs. human characters.

Little Bulb, Farnham Maltings and Bristol Old Vic’s joint production finds us welcomed into the bouncy, light woodland (as opposed to any deep, dark nonsense, you understand) on the Last Day of Autumn before the naked trees put on their Narnia coats.

Our wood warden guides are more chummy that a Brown Owl 10 year anniversary convention, only with better musical talent. In this forest, it is not the evil white witch and her diabetic coma of Turkish Delight that sets the snowflakes falling, but the winter unicorn (*GASP!). I’m definitely going to stay up all night to get a glimpse with our wood warden buddies, and whilst I do it’s time to meet the chipper critters of the woodland dell.

And bouncing all the way from Fin de Siècle Paris is the Little Bulb Bunny Wabbit, this time with a fwiend. The bootiful bounding bunnies bobbob their nosetwitching way though an X-factor rendition of that famous choral work dedicated to the best buffet snack for bucktoothed customers: carrots and, at the whim of our pre-school judging panel, win the orange reward.

We then say Good Day to Posho Foxo who sounds like she’s been taking elocution lessons from the people who normally kill her, and is continuing her feud with blind, bumbling badger (a dapper dame with formidable claws). Biased by my childhood nickname of Wol, my own favourite character swoops in as dusk mollycoddles the woods in search, Rabbie Burns-style, for a wee mousey to fill its tum. Shame all the little kiddies look too much like nice mice tonight”¦

But now the last light has twinkled on out and our last leaf of autumn has fluttered on down. We assume our unicorn disguises (as all good unicorn handlers know how) and wait by the trees.

There’s a Clip. And there’s a Clop”¦


Rosemary Waugh

Rosemary is a freelance arts and theatre journalist, who regularly writes for Time Out and The Stage.

The Night that Autumn Turned to Winter Show Info

Produced by Little Bulb, Farnham Maltings and Bristol Old Vic

Directed by Alex Scott

Cast includes Clare Beresford, Dominic Conway and Miriam Gould



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