I suppose the idea of this show - maybe not right at the start, but once it got established - was that it would be like dropping in every week on a bunch of entertaining friends who live in a beautiful place. And I'm not against that, in principle. The trouble is that they have to say something, and do something, for half an hour each time. From early on, the material feels spread very thin, with about half the dialogue being of mind-bending pointlessness and inanity. And that's when the show was at its peak, and you could at least count on Compo and Nora Batty to put a bit of much-needed life into each ep; from there it slowly became a more and more tiresome exercise in scenic water-treading.
And then some sort of wheeled conveyance rolls down a hill, and someone or something falls out of it. I don't know how they'd have ended the episodes if it had been set somewhere flat...
Interesting fact: none of the classic trio were actually Yorkshiremen: Foggy was from Ashton-under-Lyne (historically in Derbyshire, now Greater Manchester), Compo and Clegg both southerners.
And then some sort of wheeled conveyance rolls down a hill, and someone or something falls out of it. I don't know how they'd have ended the episodes if it had been set somewhere flat...
Interesting fact: none of the classic trio were actually Yorkshiremen: Foggy was from Ashton-under-Lyne (historically in Derbyshire, now Greater Manchester), Compo and Clegg both southerners.