So, do we need to know the exact postcode? Probably not. But knowing they’re in a quaint, historic market town in Wiltshire makes the whole thing click into place. It’s the perfect habitat.
It explains the slightly damp-looking air in their living room. It explains the way Giles mutters about “the locals.” And it explains why Mary seems to know the name of every single bird that flies past their window. Because in Marlborough, you probably do.
So, next time you watch them, don’t just listen to their TV commentary. Look at the wallpaper. Appreciate the shadowy corners. Realize you’re looking at a little slice of rural English perfection. And if you ever find yourself in Marlborough, don’t knock on their door. Just tip your imaginary hat in their general direction. They’d probably prefer it that way.
Now, if we could just figure out what Mary is always doing with that one, mysterious hand underneath the blanket, we’d have solved television. But let’s save that for another coffee, shall we?
