Many years ago we used to watch a programme called Hamish Macbeth, set in the fictional fishing village of Lochdubh (actually Plockton) it followed the life of the village constable, the eponymous Hamish Macbeth. It was funny, sad, surreal, slightly eerie and caught the spirit of life in a small Highland community (and possibly small communities elsewhere but I can’t comment on that) in the way that is rare in television drama. Having just moved to England, albeit the north only an hour from the Border but England nonetheless, we tuned in every week for our HM fix. Since then we have found we have referenced it in so many contexts; I can’t watch Robert Carlyle in anything without expecting to see Wee Jock bounce up (I even looked for him in Trainspotting) and any mention of the Brahan Seer always brings TV John to mind. So it was with some excitement that I unwrapped the full boxed set that the runners and dancer had given the boss, and the boss and I sat down to a feast of the first three episodes. It might seem a little gluttonous to wolf down three episodes in one sitting, but it was good, very, very good.
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