A love song about the English countryside and about the English, Detectorists (BBC Four, Channel X, written and directed by Mackenzie Crook) has been my most treasured TV find (see what I did?) of recent times. It’s beautifully, gently, so carefully paced, and peopled by such united hobbyists that the dividing nuances are just delicious. Kindred spirits with the minutiae exploded large. The perfect amount of mud.
Mud and the pub: how most things happen under big skies, in fields; hints of footpaths, a priority of birdsong. Falling in love takes place at crossing points; how it must have been. Houses and clocks pushed into the background, demoted to nuisance, distraction.
Some really great indignant swearing too.
And then of course there’s Sophie…