Hinterland is good, like a Welsh Wallander, which makes it a Welsh version of an English adaptation of a series of Swedish detective stories.
The neighbor-relations were some of the realest WASPs I had ever seen in their own habitat. Windburned faces and upturned collars. The matriarch was beautiful. Cotton Mather would have tried to marry her. The view was hard to stop looking at — it was conversation-stopping. A forested wall of the fjard rose nearly sheer on the other side of the water. Sailboats and lobster boats drifted around. Every now and then, dolphins crested. It was fantastically quiet.