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Poldark series five, episode three recap – a masterful hour. Tricorns off to all!

With cave bombs, amateur amputations and all manner of derring-do, this was surely the most jam-packed episode of TV ever – and delicious to the last

“London and its strange ways are far, far away!” Ah Demelza. London is not the only place with strange ways, or at least where a great deal of things happen in unimaginably rapid succession. This was a great episode for fans of primitive cave bombs, reckless chasm-jumping, ill-advised derring-do, amateur beachside amputations and bedside waterboarding. My heart was softened by the reappearance of Horace the Pug early on, and as events raced by I alternated between mildly weepy and completely broken. Then Valentine met his half-siblings and I was all puddle.

It’s hard to know where to start with this episode, where as many things happened in one hour’s screen time as have happened in the previous four series. And yet it was masterfully managed. Most importantly, though, Horace the Pug returned! He’s put on weight. But obviously that’s his prerogative. Not content with addressing each other in the third person, Dr Enys and Sindy Doll were now speaking to each other exclusively through the dog. I do love these two – and their chemistry is a great compliment to that of Aidan Turner and Eleanor Tomlinson. These pairings – alongside the contrasting charms of Jack Farthing (Sir Evil George) and Heida (Ghost Elizabeth) – have been the backbone of this show. Horace is just the plump cherry on the cake.

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