Thinking back, maybe that lovely Shepherd’s Pie at dinnertime set the tone for what was to follow. Too tired to read, I slouched up on the sofa and turned on the TV. After switching past dull or shrill programmes for a while I put the remote aside, abstractedly.
It took some time to realise that I watched Sheepdog Trials on BBC Alba, in Gaelic.
I stuck to watching it for the next hour.
It’s the unvarnished, well set up great grandmother of modern day talent shows. Slow, wide angle shots of a dog, chasing sheep through a field with spellbound spectators behind a fence. Minus any pomp and glitter, no distraction from what’s there anyway and from what’s put into focus. It could even have done without subtitles, leaving me clueless to decoding the intrinsic terminology from an enthralling commentator.
Having said this, I sincerely hope the broadcaster will restrain from raising concern over any alleged copyright infringement and allow for my freedom to praise their creation.