DTD: 299 – Meet ups, CBT and bottles of Brown sauce.
Our favourite slice of countryside reportage often repays careful listening. At the moment I am deeply distressed that there is no good reason why Beechwood Joy should exist – village incomers have to have a reason for being in that location and for the writers not to bother to explain why “Beechwood” has landed from outer space just makes her an alien. Normal people would tell their neighbours (Kirsty and Phil) why their Tardis has materialised and the absence of this information is distorting our view and enjoyment of “Beechwood”‘s tittle tattle as Margaret Woolley described it. However I […]