The ladies of Nonnatus House may be off to the chilly Outer Hebrides, but 90 minutes of heartfelt, high-octane drama in their company will warm you right up
‘I’m sorry but this is a completely dreadful way to convalesce,” says Trixie, wearing a dozen layers, while grimly peeling potatoes in a stone-cold, gloomy church. But the chill is shortlived – this is the Call the Midwife Christmas special (BBC One), after all, and you’re in for an hour-and-a-half of so much radiated warmth you may as well turn down the central heating.
It’s 1964 and the nuns and midwives of Nonnatus House – all recovering from flu – have decamped. It’s Mother Mildred’s idea, or rather God’s. They are off to somewhere nursing is needed, with no doctor, an inhospitable climate and “fickle” running water and electricity: the Outer Hebrides. It’s beautiful, but no spa holiday. “I detect an animal odour underfoot,” says Mother Mildred (Miriam Margolyes) as they enter the cavernous church-cum-youth-hostel that is their accommodation.
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