CAN I

just say something? The new series of Poldark may have had more than its fair share of wonderful moments — and I include dr dwight enys in his uniform among them — but something is wrong. And I know what it is — the broadcast dates.

Poldark is always an autumnal, Sunday night treat; something to watch while snuggled up on the sofa in cosy socks, nursing a hot drink. As the Cornish waves crashed against the Cornish cliffs, the rain would beat on our own windows in chilly symmetry.

It feels wrong to be watching it in the height of a summer heatwave. T’aint right, t’aint proper, t’aint decent!