On paper, a string of archive clips from Scotland wouldn't have captured my attention for long, even with a cleverly constructed soundtrack to connect them. But having stumbled across this on TV late one night, I found myself captivated.
I'm not sure why. Maybe I'm just getting old and starting to wonder about the nature of progress. Or maybe human beings aren't designed to be able to see the past brought back to life without some kind of deep, existential angst kicking in.
Perhaps it's just a great bit of work and I think too much.