They were Three Sisters

Last night, courtesy of the New Vic Theatre and Northern Broadsides, we were transported up to the windswept Yorkshire Moors and back in time to the 1840s to a parsonage in Haworth where three sisters lived their daily lives trapped by place and time struggling with their growing awareness of the fleeting, fretfulness of life and the looming presence of death.
In the darkened theatre with the sound of wind howling in the background and a candlelit table with three writing desks the play starts with the line "Mother died on a day like this" and so the three Bronte sisters, Charlotte (the small, plain  and compassionate one)  Emily (the odd, wild and restless one) and Anne (the young, pretty, outspoken one) come to life.
Though troubled with worries about their ageing father Patrick, drunken brother Branwell and visited by various other characters like the doctor, the teacher and the  'love-sick' curate they encourage each other to write.  Like the three sisters in Chekhov's play who long to go to Moscow these three long to go to London.
In the last act as they see their brother spiral into a drunken, debt ridden life they cling to what they believe will be their purpose in life as Charlotte says  "Soon the years will have passed and we'll be gone. Our faces will be forgotten, our voices will be forgotten, all that mattered to the three of us will be forgotten.  But there'll be our books.  And in the end, we will be remembered"

This is a new play by Blake Morrison. directed by Barrie Rutter and acted by an outstanding cast of performers.   It's not as morbid as it sounds, there are lots of humorous moments,  but throughout there is the awareness, through hindsight, of what is to come.  It is a brilliant play! See it if you can.

I found the trailer below to give you an idea of what to expect.......