It is time to dispel the myth that Travellers are unclean. The O'Connors are so fastidious they haven't removed the plastic film from the sofa: in fact, it takes time to establish that they live in a trailer at all, due to the presence of the Thompsons, who live in a house opposite but own the same shrink-wrapped settee. Yet the message of Chloe Moss's play seems clear: whichever part of society we come from, we are equal in the face of problematic stains.
Liverpool-born Moss has produced a quietly impressive string of tender, slender coming-of-age dramas, and The Way Home seems to be an attempt to prove she can tackle adult relationships as well. But her principal subject remains the faltering friendship of two teens: Bobby, a gauche school-refuser, and Daniel, a taciturn Traveller traumatised by the loss of his mother.
Including all the details of the boys' families and living arrangements gives a rather congested feel to Sue Dunderdale's production, and some of the adult relationships feel sketchy and formulaic. Yet there is a frisson between Joe Shipman's Bobby and Eamonn Owens' Daniel, whose eloquently spare scenes together suggest Moss may have attempted to create a king-size trailer where a simple camper-van would do.
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