That would be in ‘Arrival,’ and
it takes little describing as we know it well enough. From the moment the
Prisoner takes his first steps into The Village, to the moment he goes to have
breakfast with Number 2 in the Green Dome. And this is simply for the sole reason
of seeing Portmeirion for the first time. Not that I have even heard of
Portmeirion back in 1967 let alone know anything about the place or having been
there. And of course it was in black and white, it wasn’t until 1984 that I did
eventually see Portmeirion colour. What a marvellous place I thought, and four
years later I eventually followed in the Prisoner’s footsteps. Of course I had
seen The Village before, in a number of episodes of ‘Danger Man’ but never
realized it at the time.
The Prisoner confused, disorientated.
Where is he, how did he come to be there, why is he there? Where is there a
telephone? At the Cafe, but they don’t have a telephone, but there’s a phone
box around the corner. He is asked for his number, he wants to know what exchange
it is, because he wants to make a call to.....but again he is asked for his
number. He glances at the telephone, there is no number, so no number, no call
the operators tells him and hangs up!
Aha! One of those new fangled
electronic information boards, now he’ll soon find out where he is. He’s in The
Village, surrounded by mountains, woods and an estuary! I suppose The Village
should be called The Village-Next-The-Sea! Suddenly, and without warning, a white
Mini-Moke with a candy striped canopy pulls up. The oriental driver asks him
where to? He wants to go to the nearest town, but the taxi is only a local
service. Well then take him as far as you can! Much to the delight of the
television viewer the Prisoner is taken on a scenic tour of The Village, the
impression given that the place is larger than it actually is. This is achieved
by the taxi being driven along the same streets and cobbled paths both ways,
and along the same roads in both directions, and more than once. And all that
happens is the taxi ends up where it started, well almost, outside the General
Store.
A map of the area, colour or black and
white? Oh just a map, the Prisoner isn’t fussy! And unfolding the map The
Village is laid out before him, along with the mountains and sea. But this
isn’t right, the Prisoner meant larger map, oh that’s fine, but only in colour
and much more expensive. But that’s fine. The colour map of The Village is
exactly the same as the one in black and white, only larger. But this still
isn’t right, the Prisoner meant a larger area, but there’s no call for those.
What’s more there are no self-drive hire cars, only taxis. Oh well the Prisoner
won’t be going anywhere anyway, so it doesn’t matter. And who needs a map of
The Village anyway, it’s hardly likely anyone would get lost there! Just a
minute, there’s a housemaid standing on the balcony waving a yellow duster! But
by the time the Prisoner returns to his cottage the housemaid has gone, the
last seen of her she is hurrying away down some steps. Beep, beep, beep, beep,
what’s that? It’s the telephone. The Prisoner picks up the receiver and is invited
to breakfast, Number 2 the Green Dome. At that moment I imagine the Prisoner
thinks Number 2 is the number of the Green Dome, seeing as someone has given
his cottage a number, ‘6 Private.’ Well he’s going to be in for a surprise when
he finds out that that’s his own personal number. I am not a number, I am a
free man, or person. Me thinks the Prisoner doth protest too much!
Be seeing you