Standing on stage at the curtain call on opening night of The Hills of California last week, Ophelia Lovibond was euphoric. “It was bliss, a glorious feeling,” she tells me the day after. “My agent said she saw me beaming like the cat who got the cream.”
Returning to the West End for the first time since 2016, the experience reminded her that “being on stage is thrilling, you can’t be anywhere but in the moment. I like going cliff jumping. The thrill of jumping into the sea is the only thing that compares.”
