Sometimes, resistance is futile. Much as I would love to come across as a sneering aesthete disdainful of cosy period drama like Grantchester (ITV), I just can’t. Because it’s good.
Part one, scene one showed a gorgeous, square-jawed young man (James Norton) larking about by a river with an equally gorgeous, dark-haired woman (Morven Christie) sporting a pastel blue tea-dress and sublime lipstick. It was 1953. They got wet. Perhaps they were in love, perhaps not; we needed to know more.
We were soon at a nice old railway station with some jolly vintage steam trains puffing about. There were sit-up bicycles, noble church buildings, timeless tones of russet brown, wistful autumnal green, soulful maroons. Oh, I’m such a pushover.