Demelza, the scruffy young urchin Ross rescued, is now an accepted member of the Nampara household, even though tongues are wagging about the proprieties of the situation.
Elsewhere mines are closing and Ross sees the chance of resurrecting the Poldark fortunes and providing work for local workers by raising cash to re-open his mine.
When Poldark hit our TV screens last Sunday we all loved it – well most of us did. Some purists are still chuntering about the accents, and Ross’s scar looking more like a mascara run, but basically it was a big thumbs up.
But then it had to be. It had to grab its audience right from the start, make us love it, and leave us breathless for more. And this it did.
Episode two would be the one to tell the programme makers if Ross, Demelza and the rest of the gang had really pulled it off.
In that first iconic BBC series 18th century Cornwall was more dark and gritty. Graham’s novels were masterpieces of historical accuracy, and in those days in poverty-stricken Cornwall, life was hard, people were dirty, ragged and starving.
So I was hoping the new series would manage to steer itself away from any hint of soapy glitz. After all, writer Debbie Horsfield told us she’d based her scripts on the books – and the series did have the approval of the Graham family. Judging from last night’s episode, I have nothing to worry about. Poldark was dark when it needed to be, and gritty and bloody and violent when it needed to be.
It was also endearing. Demelza is blooming and forming an attachment for Ross, who is still hankering after the now pregnant Elizabeth. Nampara’s two disgraceful servants, Jud and Prudie, were as lazy and booze-swilling as they were in the books.
And next week, the first Ross Poldark, Robin Ellis, is to make an appearance as the nasty Reverend Halse. Good things can only get better. I just hope Cornwall can cope with all the new visitors the series will be sending its way.
Visit Cornwall has already seen a 65% rise in hits to its website. Industry bosses are cock-a-hoop at the new business they see coming, and house prices look set to soar even higher. I can’t help wondering though how ordinary Cornish folk, who have no involvement in tourism, feel about that.
The network of twisting, high walled lanes that criss-cross Cornwall are already jam packed during the busy summer months, and further escalation of property prices will put any chance local youngsters might have of affording to buy a house in the village where they grew up totally out of reach. Or is this just me being alarmist? I do hope so.