After a rather leisurely morning, I took the 12:45 train to London and arrived not long before curtain time, but managed to get a great seat (actually a premium seat at regular price!) for War Horse, one of this season's hottest theater tickets in the West End.
The show is visually spectacular, an engaging theatrical experience in which a team of puppeteers manipulate full-sized horses on stage. The story is about a young man who bonds with his horse in the Devon countryside, only to see it taken off in the war effort in 1914. The boy heads "over there" in search of his lost horse and at the end of the play, there were plenty of tissues dabbing at eyes. This production is well worth seeing.
