First day’s filming today, on the NEW POLDARK.
The twittersphere is alive with anticipation as the cast and crew embark on the journey.
I’m looking forward to joining the caravan in May.
Jacqueline, make-up supremo, emailed this morning with ideas and images (facial hair!) and I’m already experiencing moments of anxiety about my first day.
First days are fraught.
My first day at my pre-prep school, aged 4, I left the school mid-morning and walked home– a mile at least.
A couple of days later, I’d fallen in love with beautiful Miss Rosemary and nothing could keep me away–much to my mother’s relief.
From my memoir, Making Poldark, the first day’s filming in 1975 –a typical spring day in Cornwall:
It was bitterly cold and dank.
We were in Towednack churchyard near St. Ives. I remember it well.
Contrary to rumour, I was born without a scar–so on went the first scar of many, made unromantically of glue; on went the make-up and the back-piece of hair.
My hair had been dyed darker with copper tints for the part.
I put on my black mourning coat–the scene was Uncle Charles’ funeral–and my specially-made boots and there I was: Captain Ross Poldark.
But as the day wore on and they still didn’t get to my bit, I began to wonder. I saw the director looking worried and thought at first it must be the weather.
Then I thought maybe it’s my hair, then my scar, then my FACE.
Then I thought: my God, it’s ME!
They don’t want ME!
They think they’ve made a mistake. They’re re-casting–the lines are hot to London and actors are streaming into the producer’s office with the sun in their eyes–it was fine in London–and they’re all Olympic equestrians.
‘Robin, will you come to the graveside please?’‘
‘Of course, I’ve got it–I mean–of course I will.’
I’d started at last.
Good luck to Aidan and Eleanor and everyone–(me included)!