Winston Graham’s emotionally-charged tale of life in late 18th-century Cornwall, first hit the TV screens in the UK at 7.25pm on October 5th, 1975–45 years ago today.

Remembering Angharad Rees, Ralph Bates, Paul Curran, Mary Wimbush, Richard Morant, and Frank Middlemass.
The cast and crew had been hard at work on location in remote Cornwall and at the BBC-TV White City Studios in London. If I remember rightly, we hadn’t finished all sixteen episodes by that October evening–and were feeling nervous about how it would be received.
We knew it was a good story, with all the right ingredients to engage–and even entrance–an early-evening audience–but you never know.
I only remember one review. It was from the witty and candid Clive James in The Observer the following Sunday. At the end of three paragraphs reviewing other programmes he wrote:
“Oh yes, and there is POLDARK which I can’t help noticing is an anagram for OLD KRAP. I rest my case.”
It was a bit of a shock at the time–and made my mother very cross!
Well–when the run of the first series came to an end four months later, with viewing figures topping 15 million, we had the last laugh.
A quarter of a century after that October evening and not long after Winston’s death, Angharad Rees and myself accompanied Winston’s son, Andrew and daughter, Rosamund, on a return to Cornwall to launch Winston’s autobiography–Memoirs of a Private Man.

I took the opportunity to revisit the house that had served as Nampara–to the surprise of its owner at the time.
It was a poignant trip for everyone.
An opportunity to remember and celebrate the life of a man who had had a lasting and positive influence on each and every one of us.
Still does on my life.