Fiddler on the Roof: Adam Dannheisser as Tevye (Image: PH ) I have melodramatically whinged too many times that this venue seems to perversely work against its greatest asset, that spectacular backdrop, in shows like the recent Secret Garden. A particular nadir was the show about Robin Hood that ignored the surrounding arboreal glories of Regent's Park and gave us, obviously, metal pylons. But walking into that wonderful outdoor amphitheatre, my heart skipped at the stunning sight of a golden wheat field that appeared to have been peeled back to reveal our wooden stage, garlanded with mosses and ivy and nestled against a wheat and wildflower slope.
Characters cycled and ambled up and down the slope, or even hid amongst the rustling stalks. As night fell, real magic filled the air. With Tevye's milk cart off to the side, it truly felt like Anatevka and the wilds of 1905 rural Imperial Russia were tucked just around the corner.
When the sensational Raphael Papo as the eponymous fiddler coaxed exquisite runs from his violin or Hannah Bristow as rebellious daughter Chava poured all of her heartache into a clarinet solo against the inky blue sky, I felt like I was dreaming. function loadOvpScript(){let el=document.createElement('script');el.
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