The sense of place and uniformly superb performances make it worth seeing, and maybe ultimately singing along with.
Here I am at home with Foss the Cat and a steaming cup of Lapsang Souchong tea. Chaz is in our cozy cottage kitchen, preparing our breakfast in The Pot. She promises us stone-ground oatmeal with raisins and a fresh peach cut up in it. There will be fresh cream on top from our faithful cow Pauline. My bowl and spoon stand by at the ready. If Foss is a very good cat and doesn't leap on the table, she will be allowed to lick the saucer clean.