Quote from Jennifer Worth’s Call the Midwife, a most excellent book.
Oh my goodness save me, THIS IS SO CUTE.
*raises hand* Mind if we return to the topic of Dr and Mrs Turner go to Torquay for their honeymoon? I know there’s a distinct lack of palm-trees on these pictures, the observation of which I recall as a wish of Sister Bernadette’s, but let’s pretend they - the trees - are hiding around the corner.
Yes, the styling, hair at least, is veering a little towards the 1940s, but it’s so beautiful that I cannot be arsed to care about a slight historical inaccuracy for speculation/inspiration purposes. The (sometimes not-applicable) muted colours, the high-waists, the textures, and the accessories. Ugh.
Outrageously blissful photographs by Martina Ankarfyr.
And everything that makes the heart beat must be hushed
# THIS SCENE IS SO PROFOUND FOR HOW TINY IT IS # IT SPEAKS INFINITE VOLUMES ABOUT THE KIND OF PERSON SHELAGH IS AT HER CORE # SHE’S EARNEST AND LOVING AND DEVOTED # AND IF SHE SEES A NEED SHE WILL FILL IT # NO QUESTIONS ASKED # BUT THIS TIME IS DIFFERENT # THIS IS AN UNSIGNED LOVE NOTE # HE WON’T KNOW WHO DID IT BUT HE’LL KNOW THAT SOMEONE THOUGHT ENOUGH OF HIM TO DO IT # HE’LL SUSPECT AND PONDER IT # BUT IN THE END HE WON’T KNOW FOR SURE # THE NEEDLE PULLS NEW THREAD THROUGH THE SAME OLD BUTTON # BRINGING IT BACK TO LIFE-TO PURPOSE # JUST AS SHELAGH BRINGS NEW LOVE AND PURPOSE TO TURNER - detectivejane
(via mainlylaura)Source: never-more-certain
We know how Heidi Thomas played the subtext masterfully both in charged and everyday contexts. Some of the speech bubbles of what is really felt by the major players in Turnadette have already been published here. Here are some more blurbs of what they REALLY would like to say. I’m sorry I am not able to photoshop these..
1. Never in my wildest dreams. WANNA KNOW MY WILD DREAMS, DOC?
Well, I giggled. And I DO. NOT. GIGGLE.Source: like-an-officer-and-a-sergeant
Confession: in terms of re-watching segments, I think this bit comes very close indeed to The Road Scene. Specifically the pre-cig semi-establishing shots. Sister B is looking almost mischievous/coy. None of that post-delivery serene nun-face (at which Sister Julienne excels). There is something on her mind.
Sister B dismissing/scolding people in her gentle, gentle way.
After Sister Monica Joan makes her comment about Sister Evangelina’s thorax you can even hear a gasp before the quiet “behave yourself!” This despite the fact that, after over 10 years at Nonnatus, Sister B must be more than aware of group dynamics, so I shall put it down to a personality trait.
(And I love her accent.)
Look at him. Especially in the top photo. All the emotions, with an overlay of queasy, knowing he will legitimately be able to touch her, but in a context that is a million years away from the ideal.
(Today’s sneaky work-time post, I guess.)
Still reveling in the beauty that is Shelagh and Patrick’s love story. There are no jealous rivals, sour exes, or even dramatically impossible circumstances. Everything is simple and understated, and yet their story is every bit as engaging as it is profound.
(via never-more-certain)Source: shelagh-turner
I just adore these two, ridiculous amounts.
Two great moments of tension, separately.
Patrick is so wrapped up in Shelagh he can’t even eat his biscuit. He’s got it baaaaaad.
And it is a ginger nut to boot. Takes it to a whole new level.Source: amaliasmix