Everyone of my generation and above have heard and read Dylan Thomas’ poetry and prose poems, whether it’s Do not go gentle, the Child’s Christmas or bits of Under Milk Wood.

He died 60 years ago, aged just 39, and at the time was at the top of the celebrity tree, holding the sort of place in the nation’s hearts, both for his art and his outrageous lifestyle, currently reserved for reality TV stars.

This anniversary production (2014 also marks the centenary of his birth) points up the curious fact that among younger theatregoers and lovers of English, he is almost unknown.

Curious, because his poetry is instantly accessible, even without the bonus, as here, of actors of the calibre of Owen Teale and a supporting cast which includes Christian Patterson, Kai Owen and the lovely Hedydd Dylan.

Teale must know he has taken on a big role as First Voice, but he steps up to the mark beautifully, insinuating himself rather than swaggering and completely filling the theatre with his mellifluous, sinuous, brown bear of a voice.

My only complaint was that at times it was all to easy to sit back, relax and close your eyes for the bedtime story, and I know I’m not the only person who caught themselves drifting off in the second half.

The set is superb, the 3D towering sundial backdrop dominating the cast as the hill and wood they live under dominates their lives.

This runs until Saturday: queuing for returns, if you have to, would be time well spent.