The play was the thing.

I have been to several theatres but walking into and down the Quarry Theatre of the West Yorkshire Playhouse is a really sublime experience tinged with anticipation and excitement.

Laid out below is the set. This time, as the play was When We Are Married, you looked down upon a wealthy living room of someone who has made it. From the entrance, the scale was like gazing upon the set designers model, but once your seat was reached the true intimate scale was revealed.

Being a classic Northern comedy and just to set the tone, brass band music was played as house music, as I gazed over the photographs of imaginary lives, the carpets, potted plants and furniture that stated quality and status.

Then comes that magic moment of blackout accompanied by an equally sudden hushing of the chatting audience. You know that the beginners are assembled somewhere behind the set waiting for the music and lighting cue to bring the performance to life. It is an intense moment of anticipation.

And then you're away. Cleverly, this set had more dimension that expected and initially indicated. Behind a set wall of screens, which appear solid with light upon them and transparent with light behind them, the main characters were seen beyond the living room, across a corridor and in the illuminated dining room behind. All three couple enjoying themselves as they each celebrate jointly 25 years of marriage.

Of course, there is a story ahead. The sky, like the the light in the dining room, is darkening with distant pigeons are coming home to roost. As the light fades in the dining room, the light comes up in the living room. The play has begun, but all's well that ends well, but that's another play altogether.