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bellinghman) wrote2007-11-23 01:24 pm
bellinghman) wrote2007-11-23 01:24 pm
Deeply rural drama coming
The first place I lived in when I was young was the village of Aynho, just into Northamptonshire. When I was seven, we moved ten miles due east into Buckinghamshire, to the village of Tingewick. (No, not the Tingewick Society, Oxonian medics.)
If you draw a line between those two villages, and put a pin in the halfway point, you'll be disturbing the Oxfordshire hamlet of Juniper Hill.
It has another name - a fictional name, Lark Rise. Next year, the BBC will be releasing a ten part dramatisation of Lark Rise to Candleford, which was a remembering of childhood in late Victorian Oxfordshire by Flora Thompson, written some decades later.
(Candleford is pretty much based on Buckingham, which is another five miles further east.)
So please excuse me if I disappear for a while when it's broadcast. There's very little written about the particular corner where Oxon, Bucks and Northants meet, and for those of us from that small area, the Lark Rise trilogy is really quite famous.
One of these days, I'll read it.
If you draw a line between those two villages, and put a pin in the halfway point, you'll be disturbing the Oxfordshire hamlet of Juniper Hill.
It has another name - a fictional name, Lark Rise. Next year, the BBC will be releasing a ten part dramatisation of Lark Rise to Candleford, which was a remembering of childhood in late Victorian Oxfordshire by Flora Thompson, written some decades later.
(Candleford is pretty much based on Buckingham, which is another five miles further east.)
So please excuse me if I disappear for a while when it's broadcast. There's very little written about the particular corner where Oxon, Bucks and Northants meet, and for those of us from that small area, the Lark Rise trilogy is really quite famous.
One of these days, I'll read it.
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I see from imdb.com that one of the actors involved is called Beans. Beans El-Balawi. I may have to go and Google now.
*Candlewick, obv.
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Living as a child in that countryside, I had no desire whatsoever to see it down on paper, when I could just look around me. It's only now, living at the very edge of the Cambridge plain (which shades into the flattest part of England off to the North East - thank goodness this desk faces the other way, at the chalk hills rising above our town) that I get homesick for the small hills of my birthplace. Not the larger hills of, say, Leicestershire, nor yet the peaks of more mountainous areas, but those hills where you're never more than ten minutes walk from the next hilltop.
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(And my reviews are mostly for my own benefit, shared.)