Or that's how it appears. Do priests, Catholic or Anglican, seek refuge in the church as a shield from their own pain?
Sidney, a handsome ginger and Anglican priest, lives in the shadow of his past, so severely traumatized by a wartime incident that he seeks refuge not only in the church but from the bottom of a bottle and the burning embers of a cigarette. Neither option offers much.
In the end Sidney only wants to be loved and ventures outside the church with his friend Geordie, a detective, fighting crime and solving murders, which seemingly helps him find purpose.
The problem I have with these small-town detective stories is trying to figure out how so many murders can take place in such a single tiny geographical area.
A wonderful supporting cast from the love of his life, to the confused gay curate, the talented detective and the prudish zealot of a housekeeper.
In the states it's presented as a part of Masterpiece Theater. Check it out and you'll start to feel really good about yourself as a person.
