Sophie Bentinck begins by telling us that when her grandmother was five months pregnant with her mother, she was already there as an egg, folded within both their bodies.
It is a lovely, poetic beginning to a sweet and tender solo show about three generations of women in her family. Written and performed by Bentinck, it comprises recorded conversations with her mother, Anna, alongside narrated entries from the diary of her grandmother, Pauline, and some of her own teenage journals.
