Episode spoiler warning: have the tissues handy because there will not be a dry eye in the house. There will be heartache and tears – buckets of tears, an unrelenting torrent of tears – no matter how many times you watch this episode.
Things continue to go from bad to worse for the Poldarks. Putrid throat has hit the district badly. Unlike “miner’s disease”, this one does not discriminate between rich or poor. Dwight is struggling to contain and treat his patients, knowing it is a losing battle, while Dr Choake believes it is nothing more than a mild case of sore throat. Trenwith has been overrun by the little bugger, all except for 93-year-old Aunt Agatha who has been around long enough to see six generations of Poldarks and shows no signs of letting up.
While Ross is away in town, working hard to avoid bankruptcy, Demelza decides to visit Trenwith to check on their cousins. She arrives to find Francis already bedridden and Elizabeth, herself looking worse for wear, nursing a sick Geoffrey Charles in his cot. No-one protests when Demelza offers to stay to look after them. Even Francis manages to mutter his thanks, grateful that she has the heart to overlook past grievances between them. Continue reading