The Clangers

unfortunately I didn't watch this as a child, since I was not alive in '69 and also I'm not british, but when I watch it now I still feel some strange kind of nostalgia, one that speaks not to specific memories I have, but to feelings I remember having, feelings of wonder and boundlessness, of imagining what happens when the tv is off, of believing somewhere out there in the night sky there's a planet inhabited by pink armadillos that sound like a theremin when they talk

It's just lovely. This is a core principle of Oliver Postgate's work. Also, you can't hear a swanee whistle without thinking of the show.

Oddly cathartic.

Charming, slow and strangely hypnotic to both me and my childhood dog.