With SW in mind, we had booked a box. Just a little more room for a five year old to fidget in, with minimum disturbance to others. In the event, she was transfixed, along with the rest of us.
I don't pretend to know much about ballet, but I do understand colour and movement, particularly when it springs from a rich musical palette. I can't remember the last time when my emotions took a surprise turn, bumping and tilting across the spectrum, calling in for smiles, raised spirits and a lump in the throat for good measure.
When the house lights went up, my eyes turned to the 'gods', or upper circle. It seemed bizarre to think, that in the 70s, we regularly claimed that part of the theatre for less than a fiver.