"In the lands of the North, where the black rocks stand guard against the cold sea, in the dark night that is very long, the men of the Northlands sit by the great log fires and they tell a tale... ..."
If those opening words mean anything to you, then news that Oliver Postgate has died will probably cause you sadness. Depending on your age, you may remember Ivor the Engine, Noggin the Nog, the Pingwings, the Pogles, the Clangers and/or Bagpuss - and if you do, you probably recall them with fondness even twenty, thirty or forty years later, such is the gentle power of Postgate's work.
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