Otter (2001)

No religious subject, no story line, but rather an elusive creature that almost no-one ever sees and hardly anyone knows anything about – not an obvious choice for a new large scale choral work… 

…but at the heart of this work is the idea that one creature, its shocking decline and subsequent – albeit slow – recovery is a striking symbol of the way in which we have treated our rivers and waterways over the last half-century. Our respect for the river diminished as habits and lifestyles became ever more demanding.

The recovery of the otter, however, indicates that the river is becoming more healthy because some people’s attitudes and activities are changing – this is something to sing about!


Poster for Otter
About the production

It was with cautious optimism that we celebrated the gradual return of the otter, and especially apt that we did so on the Stour in Dorset. Otters never completely disappeared from the Stour, Frome and Piddle as they did from rivers elsewhere, but after years of decline, their numbers are increasing.

Provoked by Angela King’s enthusiasm and knowledge of otters, the work evolved from several starting points including Peter Irvine from Dorset Otter Group, who monitored progress of the otters on the Stour for years, and the memories of five elderly women with Alzheimer’s Disease, all of whom had seen otters on the Stour as children.

When “The Confluence – New Music for the River Stour”, a three year music project, developed by Common Ground, came to Wimborne, the theatre group members attended a writing workshop led by Paul Hyland, and talked to older residents at Streets Meadow, about their memories of otters.

Members wrote the  libretto and performed choral works as part of “Otter – Lutra, Lutra on the Stour”, in Wimborne Minster and Guildford Cathedral. Ten composers, together with Helen Porter, set the texts to music, ranging from traditional church music to contemporary jazz.

  They look like a big cat more than anything. I remember it up on its hind legs and begging. It knew I was there. I could look right in its eyes. I saw it more than once because we lived right by the river. I saw it with babies – the last one I saw she had four. It was a very peaceful part of the river.  
Flo, Streets Meadow

Programme

Wimborne performance:

 

Guildford performance:

Research

Memories of Otters by Residents of Streets Meadow Residential Care Home, Wimborne

Elizabeth

“I saw this otter – I would imagine I was about twelve. My mother died and I went to live with my grandmother who brought me up. In Verwood we followed this otter home. Previous to that I had seen an otter just below the bridge at Pottern, just peeping out of its hole on the side. I didn’t see it come out. I think I was by myself when I saw it. It was very cute. I didn’t know what it was! I thought it was a rat but it was obviously bigger than that! Somebody must have been there that told me it was on otter. That was quite common then – seeing them. We weren’t really allowed to go down. There used to be a wooden bridge over the river. Now, of course, it’s all concrete.

The hunt was men with dogs. We went with them – I don’t know how many miles we walked along the river. I knew what I was looking for because I’d already seen one – just peeping out of the hole in the river. They had a great following of men with sticks and dogs.

I caught an eel when I was a child.”

Addie

“We used to live by a stream. You used to have to walk down the stream to get to our house. Every now and then you’d hear a splash and one of them would jump into the water or come out from the bank and we used to see it. Like a big rat! Quite big though! I think there was quite a few there – there was nearly always something jumping about in the stream! We often used to have to paddle to get to the road. The stream ran to a mill.”

Megan

“I saw them on the River Stour up at Julian’s (Bridge?). I was only a child. I always remember I picked up a ten shilling note – that sticks in my memory more than any otter! It was soaking wet. In those days you didn’t take it to the police. It was on the same day that I saw the otter. There were loads of dogs – it was a hunt. They were basset hounds. We saw the hunt regularly because we lived in Old Road. There were plenty of people there, walking.

My cousin used to go eel bobbing.”*

Flo

“They look like a big cat more than anything. I remember it up on its hind legs and begging. It knew I was there. I could look right in its eyes. I saw it more than once because we lived right by the river. I saw it with babies – the last one I saw she had four. It was a very peaceful part of the river. We saw lots of wildlife by the river – it was lovely there. It used to come and eat right out of my hands – I used to give it mostly worms! A group of us used to go down there – I was one of ten. They went away downstream. We used to stand there and watch the hunt. I didn’t think it was cruel to hunt them. I loved watching. As children you don’t think about it. We used to have a pet pig there as well!”

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Script

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Songs

STOUR LITANY

This is the way the otter goes,
Falls and pools and flooded meadows,
Flowing in secret
As the river flows

Durweston Bridge, Blandford Bridge,
Keynstone Mill, the Tarrant
Oakbed, Winterborne, White Mill Bridge
Chaw Meadow, Eye Mead,
Netherwood Mead, Julian’s Bridge,
Founder Hole, Cudburgh Pole,
Barrow Pool Shallow – oh!

This is the way the otter goes,
Falls and pools and flooded meadows,
Flowing in secret
As the river flows

Dead Pool, Paper Mill Field,
Bridge Mill, Lake Gates,
Town Mill, Dubbles Bridge,
Brimming Meadow

This is the way the otter goes,
Falls and pools and flooded meadows,
Flowing in secret
As the river flows

Dawson’s Hole, Canford Bridge,
Big Leaze Hole, Hatch Hole,
Trunk Hole, Longham Bridge,
Ensbury Bridge, Leaden Stour,

New Bridge, Iford Bridge,
Tuckton Bridge, Claypool,
Christchurch Harbour!

by Adrian Williams


ONCE A GIRL GLIMPSED

Once a girl glimpsed an otter
On the reedy bank downstream
From Julian’s Bridge.
It slipped in to her memory,
Out of sight, out of mind,
Slept dryly, shyly, like a fond toy.
Soft and lost, seventy years passed,
Woke when someone said…
Otter…

by Gill Horitz


VOICE OF WOMAN

We lived by a stream
and you could hear them splash.

I followed one home
to the bridge at Pottern.

I saw it with its babies,
one two, three, four.

I thought it was a rat
but it was bigger than that!

I looked it in the eye
and it looked me back.

by Gill Horitz


DOTTY AND BETTY AND HILDA AND ME

Dotty and Betty and Hilda and me
We’re running through Wimborne fast as we can
Though the air is cold and the sky’s all grey
We’re off to catch an otter today!

Our hair’s gone tumbling down our backs,
Dotty and Betty and Hilda and me,
We’ve hitched our skirts around our knees
And we don’t even care if anyone sees!

Otter!  Otter!  We’re coming, you rotter!
Over Julian’s Bridge and down through the woods.
Dotty and Betty and Hilda and me,
You won’t escape us.  Just wait and see!

We can hear the hounds not so far ahead
Howling like ghoulies to frazzle his fur!
Hot on the tail of the snub-nosed beastie with
Dotty and Betty and Hilda and me

We’re chasing, chasing down the Stour!
After the huntsmen haloua, hooray!
Blowing their horns like it’s judgement day!
“Hurry!” says Hilda, jumping over the bushes, to

Dotty and Betty and Hilda and me
“Wait!” whispers Dottly, struggling after
And our beating hearts are full of laughter!

As we follow the river that twists like an eel
Across the water meadows, past Cowgrove.
Dotty and Betty and Hilda and me
Hurrying, hurrying, hurrying to see

The men all stooped on the lee by the river
Their berry red waistcoats signalling STOP!
And we do and we stretch up like cranes to see
Dotty and Betty and Hilda and me.

Dotty and Betty and Hilda and me,
Hear them beat their sticks fit to wake the dead
And we look around and we pick up stones
To bang out ourselves ‘till we ache in our bones!

Bang, crash bang, and “LOOK they’ve caught him!”
Dotty and Betty and Hilda and me,
See Abram Warren fish him high up in the air
And sling him around like a ride at the fair!

by Tony Horitz


LETTER

Dearest Emma,
Not long after my last letter to you I was on sniper duty in No Man’s Land, hiding in the rubble of a canal bridge.  It was the evening of a quiet day – I hadn’t clocked up even one Hun – when I saw an otter swimming in the canal with its head above water.  I thought of all the otters on the estate, lording it without me to keep them under control – cheeky pests – so I shot at it.  But do you know, I missed.  After all the vermin I’ve shot, how dare this French one get away?  So I shot it again.  I don’t know if I hit it, but the second shot was all Fritz needed to find his game.  The surgeon tidied up my right leg by amputating what was left.  Now I’ve got gas gangrene in the wound in the other one.  Well. At least I won’t get caught in my own gin traps again!  The lads tease me, say I’ve copped a blighty so I can go shooting at home.  Don’t worry, dear, I’m just glad to be out of this war.

Your loving husband,
Tommy

by Adrian Williams


PRAYER

Oh Lord, who made heaven and earth,
The seas and the dry land,
The birds that fly in the air
And the creatures that walk upon the earth.

Have mercy upon us poor men,
Whom thou didst make in thine own likeness.
For we have sinned against thy creation.

In thy great wisdom, Lord,
Thou gavest each its rightful place.
Angels and arch-angels in heaven
And here on earth, thou gavest dominion over
All other creatures.

To be masters and custodians of all the animals
And the plants of the field.
Lord, mercifully teach us the goodness of thy ways
Lest, like the otter, stomach full of eel, its slippery prey,
Then itself becoming prey to the hunter’s spear,
We should suffer the vengeance of the kingdoms
And dominions in heaven above us.

We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ
Who liveth and reigneth
With God the Father,
In the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God,
Forever and ever, Amen

by Adrian Williams


 NAMES I REMEMBER

I’ve forgotten your name
But I remember the otter’s,
Which brings the river with him
Back into my mind.  And woods, too,
Brings woods and the spent hours
Beneath Julian’s Bridge back into my mind.
Hours spent waiting to catch a glimpse of it,
Catching a breath of air!

Names I remember, otter, water, river,
Dissolve in the blood stream, losing their sense.

I remember a girl
On a wooden bridge
Who saw an otter
On a reedy bank downstream
When she was ten,
She saw it dive out of sight
Out of mind

Names I remember, otter, water, river,
Dissolve in the blood stream, losing their sense.

In red chalybeate waters
In the crux of an oak
Roots make a couch
Where the swimmer
Plots a secret route.
The river soothes its fear
At the sight of the girl
On the wooden bridge.

Names I remember, otter, water, river,
Dissolve in the blood stream, losing their sense.

by Gill Horitz


 NO SIGHTING

Walking, watching, waiting, crouching, listening,
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years,
Still no sighting,
No sighting but concentric circles on the water.

by Tuppy Hill


MINK GANGSTERS

We are the mink!
We really stink!
Looking for strife
Watch out for your life

Sneaking, Scratching, Snapping, Smashing
Brutal, Biting, Bullying, Bloodied
Feasting, Fighting, Fractious, Frenzied

We eat anything
We kill everything
Eel, rabbit, vole
Fish by the shoal!

We’re piranha-like
Stalking day and night
Now we’ve got the knack
Don’t end up on your back
We’re saving our skins
So forgive us our sins.

The one that we fear
We sense is near
Strong, wet and brown
The otter’s in town.

by Della Edwards, Tuppy Hill, Barbara & Jeff Hart


© All songs are copyright of Wimborne Community Theatre

Sound Files

Sounds from the concert

Songs and poems from Otter in performance.

Track 1 Otter World: Lutra, Lutra – a poem by Paul Hyland read by Tony & Gill Horitz
Track 2 The Earl’s Ditty
Track 3 We Lived by a Stream
Track 4 No Sighting
Track 5 Otter – a poem by Paul Hyland read by Sammy Upton
Track 6 Otter Returns
Track 7 Mink Gangsters (Allenbourn Middle School Choir)
Track 8 Names I Remember
Track 9 Dotty & Betty & Hilda & Me
Track 10 Once a Girl Glimpsed
Track 11 Voice of Woman
Track 12 Letter Home: Dearest Emm – written and read by Adrian Williams

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