About twelve hours later – the early hours of the following morning. The pier is lit by a midsummer-night glow that illuminates with an icy, surreal clarity. The boisterous, day-excursion spirit has long ago evaporated. Waiting for the boat has made them weary and a bit irritable. Each has retreated into his/her own privacy and does not wish to be intruded on. Angela is sitting on a bollard, gazing without interest through the binoculars in the general direction of the island. Trish is sitting with her back to the pier wall, her arms round her legs, her face on her knees. Frank is on the catwalk and looking towards Carlin’s house. Berna is sitting on the edge of the pier (stage right), her legs hanging over the edge of the pier floor. George is sitting on a fish-box, head back, eyes closed, body erect and tense, playing the last bars of the song. Terry looks casually through the hampers, examining the contents, tidying up, killing time.
What do You think about Brian Friel Plays 2 (2013)?
