THE ARRIVAL OF THE Christmas season is a reminder that while the West End is the beating heart of British theatre, it is in what used to be called the “provinces” — now more delicately in arts-speak the “regions” — that most of the country experiences plays, old and new.
It seemed the right time to settle into the stalls outside the capital and take pot luck on a touring production at the Marlowe Theatre in Canterbury, which has been open ten years, a strong local hub for visiting