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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)!
The BBC have just announced the news–Mammoth Screen have offered me a cameo in their new production of Poldark.
Poldark has brought much joy to my life–I’ve often called them Poldark Perks–which doesn’t do them justice.
It continues to deliver.
I am delighted to be invited to play a role in the new venture which has got off to a flying start with superb scripts from Debbie Horsfield (I have just finished reading them) and a tremendous first tranche of principal casting.
I am cast as Dr. Halse–the clergyman with whom Ross shares the coach on his journey home to Nampara from Truro in the opening scene of the first series. Back then, a benign figure–in the new series he comes over as rather less so!
I fear I’ll be exchanging the marvelous leather coat and boots for drab, black church cloth and a sneer.
Joining the Cornish establishment that Ross so despises (though he was born into it) will be a challenge!
Joining the new Poldark will be exciting–but also poignant for me, bringing back many wonderful memories of 40 years ago.
Not least in my mind will be fellow members of the original cast–especially those no longer with us: the beloved Angharad Rees, Ralph Bates, Richard Morant, Frank Middlemas, Paul Curran and Mary Wimbush.
I’ll be there for their memory–and for the late Winston Graham–as well as for the intriguing prospect of acting with the new cast to help bring this wonderful saga to a new audience.
and Ross Poldark remounts…
Today the BBC announced the name of the actor who is to play the lead in the re-working of the series first screened in 1975.
Irish actor Aidan Turner has bagged it.
Just needs to add the scar and he’s away!
Congratulations to him–I hope he has as much fun as we did filming this wild and wonderful saga written in 12 books over a sixty year period by Winston Graham.
Forty years ago this November I went for the first of three auditions for the part, knowing little about Winston Graham and less of the books.
A brief glance at the first book of the saga, Ross Poldark, was enough–I seriously wanted him to be me or vice versa.
I had to go through two more nail-biting sessions in front of producer and directors before finding myself in the position Aidan is in today….
…Cast to play Ross Poldark.
Now–two generations on–this great piece of storytelling will be enjoyed again by millions on TV and in book form.
The time is right. The wheel of fashion turns and Poldark, an unashamedly romantic tale, can be told again with a straight face.
The new series has the advantage of being adapted from original books written by an exceptionally gifted storyteller–Winston Graham.
The characters develop at their own pace and seem responsible for their own destiny.
No visible puppeteer, no obvious manipulation–just the telling of stories through the characters involved.
Aidan and I share a common debt to Winston, for giving us the chance to play a difficult, contrary, complex man often out of his time.
It’s a roller coaster of a ride!
As part of the publicity for my new cook book, Healthy Eating for Life, I was interviewed a couple of weeks back for the The Daily Express’ popular Saturday morning feature:
Whatever Happened to ???!
Which puts me in mind of the“Five lives of an actor”:
Runs like this:
Who is Robin Ellis?
What about Robin Ellis?
We must have Robin Ellis!
We need someone like Robin Ellis….
Whatever Happened to Robin Ellis…??
The good thing is that this sequence can recycle more than once!
For the past few days I’ve been holed up in bed with the “lurgie” (a tummy bug).
In a reversal of roles, Meredith has been cooking and caring (she was ill first)–serving up simple, delicious, restorative vegetable soup and scrambled eggs.
Yesterday I had stomach enough to read a brilliant piece in The Observer newspaper by food writer Jay Rayner challenging people’s reluctance to give a second try to food they have detested eating (or in my case, the thought of eating)–tripe for instance.
It transported me back nearly 35 years to Madrid.
Angharad and I were in Spain to promote Poldark, which was proving enormously popular there.
At that time there were only two TV channels–and the other one was devoted to parliamentary debates.
The visit was an extraordinary experience.
Two thousand plus fans at the airport to welcome us. We were mobbed everywhere we went–it felt momentarily like being a Beatle. (Nobody waiting for us at Heathrow on our return, however….)
Years before Angharad had spent some months in the city au pairing for the family of a well known psychiatrist–a friend and professional colleague of her father Professor Lynford Rees.
Her return had a particular resonance for her and the Spanish family.
To celebrate, they threw a lunch party for us at their home.
It was a moment of peace, an escape from the craziness of the celebrity culture that was new to me and which I was finding both exciting and at times hard to handle.
(At one point, the tabloid johnnies were crowding me with questions about how it was that at the age of 35 I wasn’t married. Angharad–sensing the danger of an explosion–whispered in my ear, “Smile, Robin, for heaven’s sake, SMILE!”.
The party was delightful, of course, except for one detail: The main dish was tripe in tomato sauce.
Tripe, I’m told, is a delicacy in Spain–and cooked by an expert (I have to take Jay Rayner’s word for it) it’s delicious.
I eat most things–growing up in the fifties, fussiness about food was not encouraged in our house. The starving children in India featured often at meal times when a reluctance to polish off the last crumb was shown. My mother never tried tripe on us though.
I remember looking down at the plate I’d been offered and after a moment mastering feelings of politeness, guilt and hunger, turning discreetly away from the crowd and parking the plate of offal, untried, behind a palm tree.
There have been moments since–in Florence for example where street stalls selling steaming piles of tripe are a regular sight–when I have thought about giving it a second try. So far I have managed to resist the temptation.
Anyone else willing to own up to a food phobia?
Time to “festival”!
Here for a week in Edinburgh.
First festival visit for nearly a quarter of a century–hard to believe how quickly the time flies.
We have achieved a modest total–for festival goers–of five plays, a variety show, a stand-up comedian, an art exhibit on the subject of witches and a talk by a lobby correspondent dishing the dirt on politicians, so far.
Meredith can count a visit to the book fair, a visit to the jazz club and ride on the bumper cars on top…
…while I was taking 24 hours to go to London to be the studio guest on SATURDAY LIVE on BBC Radio 4.
Click below to listen to the programme (just until the end of the week!).
p.s. Oh yes and a whisky tasting too!
The BBC announced yesterday that Poldark is to be remade and will hit the screens in 2015–the 40th anniversary of the original showing.
Amazing news for everyone who loves a good story, for fans of the original, for Cornwall and for a whole new generation who are unaware of the rich pickin’s in Winston Graham’s saga.
His stories and characters are still being enjoyed 70 years after he wrote the first book in 1945. They still stand up–as many who contribute to this blog bear witness.
Our Winston was a master storyteller and we, the original cast, were lucky to be involved.
Mammoth Screen is the company producing the new version.
They have recently been responsible for Parade’s End and Endeavour (the prequel to Morse). Both period pieces done with a care and attention to detail that bodes well for the remake of Poldark.
Richard Morant, the first Dr. Enys, who died too young at 65 in 2011 was asked in a TV programme what made Poldark a success. He replied:
‘It’s about love—it’s about betrayal—the things that hurt us– the things that give us joy….Where people you know are going through their emotions, expressing their feelings of love, life and death–it evokes strong attachments, strong passion–and you love it! You love them, you love the people, you cherish them, you honour them, you respect them!”
Winston would have liked this explanation and I’m sure would have joined me in wishing Good luck to everyone involved in the new project.
The second group of Bravehearts (participants in my cooking workshops here) are enjoying an aperitif in the sunshine, on the terrace of the magnificent and aptly named B & B, La Terrace de Lautrec.
We are about to sit down to a well deserved final meal (prepared by us of course).
Lunch, al fresco, overlooking the historic parterre–newly-clipped and immaculate.
Suddenly we hear a ruckus from inside the house. The sound of a voice that has a familiar and unwelcome ring to me–is of a particular timbre.
Loud, angry and Scots!
It triggers unpleasant memories and I find my overall sense of well being and satisfaction at completing a second workshop is swiftly turning into a feeling of anxiety–as I realise I am about to be nabbed!
Like the dour Scot he was back in the days of Poldark, dear old Captain McNeil never gave up the chase, it appears! His persistence (some would say his obsession) has finally paid off for him and I am cornered by a red faced redcoat on horseback!
Happily for all concerned, the redoubtable Captain (aka Donald Douglas), after agreeing to hang up his musket–sits down, at the head of the table and charms us all with his highland banter.
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When I woke up this morning Pippa–mother of all cats–was there on the bed as she has been for the last two days. She was at her toilet–conscientiously licking her paw, then wiping her cheeks and ear with it–a built-in flannel [washcloth] so to speak.
It reminded me I hadn’t shaved for two days–I’d been laid up with a “gastro“, which had started at roughly 1.30am on the morning after my birthday.
The only other time I remember being as sick (literally) was the day I was filming the dénouement scene in an episode of Sherlock Holmes. I had a long speech of explanation to deliver to a solemn, suspicious and silent Jeremy Brett, Edward Hardwicke and a very young Jude Law. I managed the first take without interruption–but had to RUN on the word CUT –and it was a bumpy ride ’til we finished.
Two nights ago at least I had no lines to remember. My timing was better on this occasion! The birthday was over and had been much enjoyed. Meredith gave me an album–cataloguing the story of an eventful year–superb photos mostly taken by her.
Looking back on my birthday though, there were signs of trouble ahead.
I remember feeling relieved I had planned ahead and prepared the Lamb Tagine (see recipe below) the day before. That left the broccoli starter and the bulgar wheat–simple!
We were eight round the table–old friends–including my old adversary from Poldark days, Donald Douglas (aka Captain McNeil). It was convivial. I was enjoying the occasion.
It was only late the next day that I realised I had forgotten an essential step in the preparation of the starter–grilling the broccoli (see below). As I served up the dish, I had a nagging feeling something was not quite right! (We have a tradition of forgetting key ingrediants when entertaining for crowds!).
PLUS I forgot to prepare the bulgar wheat, so the table had to wait while it fluffed up.
This dish also served as the starter for the special Saturday dinner on my October Cooking Workshop:
It is adapted from a recipe in Ottolenghi’s eponymous first cookbook.
On that night it tumbled over a small pile of salad leaves–radiccio, rocket, lettuce–dressed with olive oil lemon juice and salt.
1lb broccoli–broken into bite-size pieces
2 tablespoons olive oil
salt and pepper
4 garlic cloves–sliced as thin as you can
2 fresh red chilis, medium hot–de-seeded and sliced
4 tablespoons olive oil
1 lemon sliced very thin
- Steam the broccoli–more than blanched less than tender–still crunchy in other words.
- Remove to a bowl and pour over 2 tablespoons of olive oil and season with salt.
- Heat a grill to hot.
- Scatter the broccoli over it and colour lightly. [Don't FORGET this step!]
- Return to the serving bowl.
- Heat the second batch of oil.
- When hot cook the garlic slices and the chili until the garlic takes on some color.
- Pour this mixture over the broccoli.
- Add the lemon slices and mix in carefully.
- Serve on a bed of salad leaves dressed with olive oil, lemon juice and salt.
Lamb Tagine with dried apricots & flageolet beans
(Reproduced from Delicious Dishes for Diabetics p 138)
This superb dish for company is adapted from one in Frances Bissell’s exceptional book The Pleasures of Cookery.
2 kg/41⁄2 lb boned shoulder of lamb–cut away as much fat as possible, ending up with about 1.5 kg/31⁄2 lb lean lamb, cut into 2 cm/1 inch cubes
3 tbsp olive oil
4 cloves of garlic–chopped
11⁄2 tsp cumin seeds
11⁄2 tsp coriander seeds
850 ml/11⁄2 pints/31⁄2 cups stock--I use organic vegetable stock cubes
24 dried apricots–halved (use the yellow ones as they show up better in the sauce later)
salt and pepper
parsley, or even better coriander–chopped
1 large tin flageolet beans–drained and rinsed
- Heat the oven at 160°C/325°F/Gas Mark 3.
- Seal the meat in hot oil, using a large frying pan; when nicely browned, remove it to the ovenproof casserole you will serve it from.
- Gently fry the onions and garlic in the fat and oil left in the pan without browning them.
- Fold in the whole spices and let them cook a little.
- Add almost all the stock, leaving just enough in which to heat up the beans, and let it reduce a bit.
- Add the apricots. Season this mixture and pour it into the casserole.
- Add a handful of parsley or coriander.
- Heat the beans in a little stock and when hot add to the casserole. Turn everything over carefully.
- Bring it all to a simmer and place it on a low shelf in the preheated oven.
- Cook for 2 hours, checking after an hour to see if it needs topping up with stock – being careful not to lose the intensity of the sauce.
- Serve over bulgar wheat [Which you've remember to prepare!]