The fizzing energy of a school coach trip. The gentle escape of a dip in the ocean. The uncorked mayhem of a sweet-fuelled dash around a shopping mall. Kit Withington’s new play is a surprisingly innocent montage about teenage friendship. There are no drugs. No sex. Just a smattering of alcohol.
The plot revolves around the death of a fellow student during a school trip and the lingering impact of that tragedy, but the death itself feels secondary. Instead, Withington’s compassionate play is about the peculiar togetherness of those teenage years, all we stand to lose when we grow up, and the nostalgia that many of us feel, years later, for the way things were.
