bbc love affair
I am in the midst of a longtime love affair. He’s a foreigner, a gentleman; he wears frilly shirts, rides horses, carries a cane and occasionally sports a top hat.
His name is…the BBC.
Anyone who’s read a bit of this blog knows that I’m an Anglophile of the most sentimental sort. I studied abroad in England during college and fell so violently in love with that island and its people that I know I shall never recover.
But since I am on this side of the pond and not that side, I content myself with watching miniseries from the BBC. This indulges my homesickness for England, as well as satisfies my affinity for books from the 1800s. Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Thomas Hardy, Elizabeth Gaskell. I make scones and brew tea and enjoy rainy days lost in hours-long miniseries that are fraught with drama, elaborate costumes, and words like “shan’t”, “circumlocation”, and “my dear Mrs. [insert pompous name here].”
And I love it.
I just finished this one:
And have in the recent months also enjoyed these:
(Fellow BBC nerds — what are some of your favorites? Any recommendations?)
I know eventually that I will exhaust my local library of all the dramatic miniseries it holds, but shhhh. Let’s not think of that day. I’m home sick (mostly exhausted) from work today, so I might pop in another and brew up another pot of tea.