The National Trust should see about hiring Colin McCredie’s Mr Toad. When he gets his comeuppance in this jolly production, the owner of Toad Hall must not only renounce his love of speed and his egocentric ways, but also make amends for his family history of exploitation. Instead of pandering to the image of harmless landed gentry, this show demands he check his privilege.
It’s not the most subtle of interventions. Nor is it the only topical theme in Mark Powell’s pun-heavy script, staged on the grassy slope between the theatre and the River Tummel. [READ MORE]