I caught the latter half of an episode last night. By the way, here's a better episode guide. I believe the episode I saw was “Argyll and Bute” from Season 3, Episode 3.
It featured one of the Slate Islands in Scotland. I believe one of the primary places she visited was Easdale Island where (as you can see from the Google map) there are several unnaturally rectangular ponds. These are flooded slate mines.
This is a 25 acre island accessible by ferry only. There is no set ferry schedule. On the mainland you go into a boathouse and press a call button for the ferry.
Keith is enamored both with the scenery and the village life. In this episode she highlighted one of the unique sports (sort of like field hockey) that takes place on one of these villages. I cringe when she said that she picked up a “sense of community” from many of these places.
Having a “sense of community” is usually what Leftists strive for after having had their culture demonized and thus having become alienated from it. So they then go to some leftwing rally, march, walk, or parade to then artificially put back what was taken out…aka to experience a “sense of community.”
No doubt if you waited outside one of these village pubs late at night you might find a drunken straggler peeing in the alley. This is what “serious” journalism does these days, always looking for the worst (at least in western culture). This is why Keith’s look at England is so unique by today’s standards. It is a loving look. Is it a glossed-over look? Perhaps. Or perhaps there do exist places that have a real sense of community rather than an artificially-induced one; places that are ordered, aesthetic, and charming.
But small, remote communities, like the one on this island, are unique places. One side of my family comes from a similar place, although not on an island. And in such a small place the favorite pastime was drinking.
In this place the favorite pastime (or at least a major event) was stone-skimming in one of the old slate quarries. The playing “field” is marked off in 5-meter increments and has apparently become a fairly widely-known place for this sport. The stones are nice, flat pieces of rounded slate. Keith gave it a try and did rather well.
She proffered that one reason people live on such as island is because they feel safe. And although I think most moderns would be bored to tears in a small village, there may be something to be said for a place where stone-skimming, not adding to your cartoonish tattoo collection, is the preferred pastime.