![]() That feeling of wakening from cold and danger, from outside to inside: that deeply familiar, human ritual. The indescribable feeling of Christmas cosiness they inspire. “Slowly, awkwardly, it stood and faced me,” gasps Ingleby, overwhelmed with fear and the “smell of rotten seaweed and… something else”. One shoulder higher than the other…” One of horror writing’s most powerful tropes (from Dickens to MR James) is the unidentified figure spied in the near distance. There are cliffs “the colour of dried blood” and stone beaches littered with “the giant ribs of whales”.Ī young chancer (voiced by Lee Ingleby) is left to man a meteorological station in remote, frozen Norway, going mad with fear as he keeps seeing, always at a distance, “a man standing in front of the cabin. ![]() ![]() But Michelle Paver’s brilliant 2010 story (here abridged into ten short episodes) about a vicious haunting at a desolate weather station in the 1930s Arctic is brimful with such self-loathing. “I’m 28 years old and I hate my life,” isn’t perhaps a line you’d expect in a prize seasonal broadcast. ![]()
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