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Sunset Song: Season 1 - 6 Episode s
1x1 - The Unfurrowed Field
March 26, 1971
'But for all my reading and schooling, two Chris Guthries there were that fought for my heart and tormented me.'
1x2 - Ploughing
April 2, 1971
'You knew you'd never be the same again, but the world went on, and you went with it. So you folded up your dreams and laid them away with the dark quiet corpse that was your childhood.'
1x3 - Drilling
April 9, 1971
'But a worse thing came as slow September dragged to its end. A thing I would never tell a soul. Festering away in the closet of my mind, the memory would lie until it died.'
1x4 - Seed Time
April 16, 1971
'It wasn't like waking from a dream, marrying, but more like going into one. And I wasn't sure, not for days, what things we'd dreamt and what actually done.'
1x5 - Harvest
April 23, 1971
'Our best friends were out of Kinraddie now. But we had ourselves. And seeing your Ewan grow straight and strong, with that slim body like his father's, it made a strange dizziness go singing in my heart.'
1x6 - The Song
April 30, 1971
'Everything I had ever loved and desired went out to the madness beyond the hills on that ill road that flung its evil white ribbon down into the dusk.'