THE YARD IS DEAD. LONG LIVE THE YARD.

Okay, we’re closed (for now).

And so here we are. Keys handed over to the builders, first hammer about to strike.

The Yard was never meant to last. We began as a six-month pop-up, a wild idea in an old warehouse. But then you came. You made this place real. Thank you.

The next time you see us, we'll be twice the size, with different foundations, but the exact same spirit.

To tide you over until we’re back, Exeunt decided to immortalise The Yard—asking theatre-makers, party-throwers, staff and writers to share their most vivid memories. The result? Amazing shows, career breakthroughs, dancing dogs, live chicks, dyke raves, spaceships, headbanging, raw fish…

…and more than a few stories about meeting the love of their life. (Yes, Yard babies exist. You’re welcome.)