The Argus: fringe_2011_logo_red_thumb A joy! A cornucopia of sensory surprises which contradicts expectation that something has to be seen to be believed.

Any idea of a typical theatre visit was ditched: everyone was offered a blindfold. Suddenly bereft of sight, the audience was guided through unseen territory leading to the question: where on earth is the centre of the world?

With the often underused senses of sound, smell and touch now noticeably on full alert and no chance of an instinctive look-out for danger, there could be no sinking in or settling down into narrow, hard seats so close to a neighbour whom you might only sniff out or eavesdrop upon.

So began an Under Milk Wood-inspired journey with a community of characters who in a crowd might ordinarily never have been recognised or listened to.

Distinguished by the rasp of their voice, an unusual accent or their turn of phrase they had the audience.

Temporarily suspended from disbelief, we keenly entered their world of conflict, charm and raw humanity, kept alert by mothball smells, a cat brushing by legs, the song of finches and oh, so much more.