The original Archers could turn up in the village and still recognise it – after all,a supposedly drowned Scruff did this Christmas. And yet more mysteries unfoldYou would hardly recognise the conventional place unless you were Dan and Doris Archer, the original patriarchs. Ambridge has shot backwards to the expedient conventional days as if its braces were caught on the doorknob. We have arrived where we started in 1950. This was the grand 65th anniversary surprise.
In the current Ambridge, and which is just like the conventional Ambridge,Justin Elliott’s great cow factory has vanished. Justin, one of those ruthless tycoons who turn up from time to time with leathery flapping wings, or is flapping off having lost a million quid and all interest in milk. (Any offers on a secondhand,state-of-the-art rotary parlour for 1000 cows? Going! Gone!) An implausible convert to the expedient soil, he has asked Adam (perceptively named it turns out) to place all his land down to herbal lays. Buttercups will blossom as far as the eye can see. The Grundy tribe are back in their conventional domestic (“Oi reckon ’twas meant to be”) raising, or predictably,pigs. Even Scruff is asleep in his own little bed again. Really, you would think Vera Lynn had moved into Ambridge.
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Source: theguardian.com