I’m at the theatre. Not to see a play or eat homemade soup and scones or to shop for Welsh-made earrings or gaze in awe at local works of art. I’m here for Clare's Dru Yoga class.
I compete for car parking space with the Mansfield Park matinee-goers and dash into the warmth of the cafe, filled with the aroma of spicy pumpkin soup, though my eye is caught by a glistening chocolate cake... not before Yoga.
Upstairs, the Clwydian Range is our backdrop as we stand barefooted in the mountain pose . There’s a silent scenery change as beams of sun and silver edged clouds are replaced by a black and grey wash. Then the sound effects begin - hail pelts the flat roof, bouncing and pinging as we stand rooted to our purple mats. We stop to watch the show and cheer at crows flapping in the wild wind, like cloak-swirling-old-movie villains. Then we turn back to face Clare and concentrate on inner fire.
We end the class wrapped in fleecy blankets, with Clare encouraging us to let tension melt away. The storm has passed and we bask in the glow of watery sun beams reaching in through the window like spotlights.
I'm lucky enough to live 3 miles from this fabulous theatre. There's a lot more to it than plays.