Mr. Finch, Mr. Darcy, guard your pedestals; there is a new hero on the horizon. Captain Poldark has fairly taken my breath away.
I’ve finished the first book, Ross Poldark. I enjoyed it so much I braved the rain yesterday to walk up to Charlie Byrne’s for the next two books. There are twelve books and I am all aquiver to be at the start of an adventure with the handsome Captain.
I’m not sure what to say; it’s just a good story, well written. The young Captain Poldark is sent off to war as a trouble -magnet boy and returns a man. In his absence, his one true love has gone and married his cousin and Ross retreats to Nampara, his home, to re-build the family business.
I hadn’t realised how old the books were. They have a really pleasant, old-fashioned feel about them. The first book was published in 1945. The BBC have twice adapted these stories into TV dramas. When the first series aired in the 1970s, it was deemed unsuitable for children (ie, me) and it was surrounded by an air of scandal.
I somehow missed the start of the new series earlier this year but it has had great reviews. I’m told that Colin Firth’s magnificent wet shirt scene has been superseded by Aidan Turner with a scythe. I will be looking that up as soon as I get home!
The photos are from the coral strand at Carraroe but I imagine the land around Nampara is not so different.
We had a lovely day today at this very special place. To the lady who recommended a midnight swim on this beach; I want the details. Exactly when and with whom were you swimming????!!!! lol.