Heavens, what a heady brew, with extraordinary Ross and Elizabeth scenes – and Demelza swooning over etchings. I’m as woozy as Prudie on Christmas Day
“It is not perfection that I seek, it is flesh and blood …” Blimey. Pass the port, plus a jelly and cream chaser by the fire with Geoffrey Charles and a side order of naked toes. Heavens. Who will taste the heady brew without becoming drunk on it? Not I, for I’m as woozy as Prudie on Christmas Day on the sauce that is Poldark.
Another corker of an episode in a series that has turned out to be pure class. I admit I got confused by the politics, but there were shenanigans aplenty what with medically censored marital relations, a pining blacksmith and an exceptionally generous sister to distract us from the more complicated plot points.