A story of love, loss and taxidermy on a Broadland estuary. Told by a mix of professional actors and a community choir.
It's 1890. Ben “Breydon” Crowther has spent his life on and around the waters of the broadland rivers and the North Sea scratching a living from its teeming wild life.
Wildfowler, henchman, bird collector, fisherman, smelter, eel-catcher, and when occasion demanded it, poacher, Crowther lost his sight in a shooting accident. He now lives in a grace and favour cottage close to his beloved Breydon surrounded by glass cases containing the specimens he has collected over his long life. Every case contains a bird, and every bird has a story. These are Crowther’s memories, caged in glass piled high on every side.
Crowther is becoming forgetful. But he makes light of it. (I’ve had a long life, ‘bor. What do you expect?) And he’s still able to perform a trick he’s become famous for – identifying a dead bird purely by touch. But Poppy the young girl who looks after him realises the situation is more serious: that his failing memory is the first sign of approaching dementia.
One day Dainty appears on his doorstep claiming to be his daughter. Crowther genuinely can't remember her but he's sufficiently unnerved by his failing memory not to turn her away. She has a man in tow, Jack. And they are both on their uppe
If you would like to read the story of Breydon Crowther for yourself, the original script of the play as used in the 2016 performance is free to download and read by clicking HERE.