For those not au fait with this show [maybe outside the UK], it was ‘required’ viewing in 1992 where I came from – everyone I knew was in front of the tele watching when it came on – like a soap but not only:
A few years later, I left for Russia and had my tele stolen – that was the end of TV watching for me, forever. Nick Berry, lead character, moved on in 1998.
Not being an emotional person in the soppy department, it shocked me yesterday when I almost became teary watching the episode above.
Why? Because of the setting – the dry stone walling, the hills, just life there. It’s ok where I am here in the northwest, don’t get me wrong, but there’s just something about what I left behind over there.
And it wasn’t even my Riding. Our family were more around Haworth, Halifax, through to Keighley but somehow the North Riding gets under the guard more, it’s just across the way there. May as well be on Mars.
The more I think about the 90s as well, the more I see now that it was our last hurrah in the west, it then went downhill.
Meanwhile, I’d moved to the east, living it up over there while the country disintegrated here under Blair.