Something completely different to watch

It was a cold night until first light, then the air temperature rose from near zero to ten degrees, and I had to discard the extra blanket in order to be comfortably warm, not overheated. Overcast cloud again all day, however. After breakfast I made a video slide show to go with the podcast interview, so I could upload it to YouTube for posting on the Daily Prayer WhatsApp thread. I thought the visuals could help to make the content more recognisable. There may be more useful podcast hosting sites which I've yet to discover, but I'm not thinking of wider circulation, just the target user group in the Ministry Area. We'll see how it goes.

There was a coffee morning at St John's, so I went there and had soup, sausage rolls and a mince pie for lunch. Clare had already gone to the Fountain School Christmas Fayre in Llandaff North, and got back from there, just as I was setting out for my walk in the park. When I got back Clare was busy baking cake and then moved on to making mince pies ready for our four day rural Christmas holiday party. I scanned two more folders of negatives. One was from a hike up the mountain behind La Baume in Haute Savoie in 1997, and the other from a holiday locum in Howarth, Bronte Country in 1985, when it rained a lot, though we did have a few fair days to judge by the photos I took of a walk alongside the Leeds to Liverpool Canal.

I made supper early, as I was feeling really hungry after a snack lunch - mussels with brown rice and peas. Then I edited the scanned photos and uploaded them. Looking for something to watch to finish the day, I found a BBC Four drama series called 'Lykkeland' or 'State of Happiness in English, telling the story of the birth of the Norwegian Oil industry in the 1980's, and how this transformed the country's economy.  

There are three series in twenty four episodes. Having been predominantly a port with canning fish as its key industry Stavanger became its oil capital. The story of its development is told from the standpoint of locals and American oil prospectors, family domestic drama and the dangerous world of heavy industry meet. It's a superbly acted immaculately portrayed period piece about life before the internet at a time when huge upheavals are about to take place at every level of society affecting individuals differently. Is it the Scandinavian equivalent of Dallas? Maybe not. It has a solid historical basis, even if character driven story-lines are fictional. It's so different from your usual Scandi-Noir crimmies. I look forward to the other twenty two episodes there are to watch in weeks to come.

After a coast walk, a thoughtful movie

Clare made pancakes for breakfast again, then late morning we drove to Cold Knapp for lunch at the excellent Mr Villa's Fish and Chip Restaurant. But first after parking above the marvellous pebble beach, we walked around the headland and back. After lunch a walk along the clifftop to Porthkerry. 

The climb from the car park up to the continuation of the Coast Path is steep - 115 steps and then a further climb up to the top, as rise of about 150 feet. I was surprised at how stiff my legs became as I climbed, despite going up and down thirteen stairs at home a dozen times a day. I had to stop and rest several times, to avoid getting utterly breathless. It made me realise that the thousand odd miles of keep fit walking I've done have all been on the flat, so there are some leg muscles which have had far less exercise, and need working on. And, I need to work on exercise that will raise my heart rate too, in order to retain as the cardiovaascular condition possible. We live and learn. If we don't we die.

The weather was overcast, and a shower of light rain dampened our return journey to the car, but we covered five miles. That's the furthest Clare has walked for some time, so it did us both some good.

In the evening BBC Four treated us to a marvellous, beautifully crafted Norwegian movie called the King's Decision, all about the role of King Haakon in the run up to the Nazi occupation of Norway in April 1940, when Quisling's coup d'etat took place. 

I hadn't realised Haakon was the first Norwegian King to be elected. He saw himself as a champion of Norwegian Parliamentary democracy. Hitler wanted him to endorse the Quisling regime, but rather than do so he abdicated and went into exile in Britain, returning only when the war ended in 1945. 

Hitler rose to dictatorship by exploiting populist sentiment. The King believed firmly that only a Parliament freely and legally elected by its citizens had the right to govern his country. Showing this film when the British Parliament is under attack from populist fervour whipped up by right wing  movements and tabloid newspapers couldn't be more timely. I wouldn't be surprised if the BBC now gets castigated for its selection and scheduling of a European movie of such thoughtful quality.