Gillian Reynolds Telegraph 24 March 2009:
On Sunday night I switched to Radio 3 to hear Alone Together, a play about the poet RS Thomas, by Neil McKay. Thomas was a poet, an Anglican priest who chose Welsh parishes, whose wife Elsi sacrificed her career as a painter for love of him, whose son in this piece is searching for the truth of what kept his parents together. Thomas was a flinty romantic, wanting passionately to be Welsh, speak Welsh, call things by Welsh names. Yet he’d learned the language only in his twenties, couldn’t quite master it in conversation, took his son out of Welsh schools to send him to an English boarding school. The play, as any good play does, made you catch several things at once. Here was Thomas’s verse, sharp as slate, there his banked down inner fires alongside an inability to see any point of view but his own. Jonathan Pryce was magnificent in the part. Kate Fahy gave Elsi bright youth, shading gradually into age and resignation. Ian Puleston-Davies was Gwydion, their son, questing like his father, loving as his mother. Melanie Harris, the director, cast it exactly, each voice an instrument in a trio. In 90 minutes this little company conjured from air a whole surprising, shifting, shining world.

Ian Puleston-Davies & Jonathan Pryce in the Macclesfield hills