Honestly, in a world gone mad, Foyle’s War is a make-believe-yet-historically-accurate welcome refuge. Do you know why? Here is why. Just watch it already.
(Yes it is about wartime England, but it’s very bolstering nonetheless. Trust me.)
Firstly, Foyle is the kind of think-first-chat-later gent of few words that you want in your corner. He says little, but he says it well and he will not waste a single character/word, as if he is a human version of Twitter.
Secondly, Sam. Gosh. What clever and sassy young woman she is. She is always watching and will just dip into an investigation with the right thing at the right time. Plus – excellent hair and uniform wearing.
Thirdly, Foyle Jnr. He’s a cray cray pilot who flies planes UNDER bridges, but is also just a generally dapper and principled gent.
Fourthly, tea. There is so much tea. In fact, in one scene a woman whose husband has just died in a bomb raid is sat on a chair amidst the rubble of her home and someone calls for a mid-rubble cuppa to be delivered.
Fifthly, sandwiches. All the little sandwiches in dining rooms edged with lush curtains all of the gosh darned cucumber time.
Sixthly, gardens. Oh the gardens. They are manicured. Or they are rambling. They are heavy on meadows, ponds, pillars and pebbles. And various bird life. It’s very relaxing to see.
Seventhly, drinks. I am not even a drinker but the little glasses of sherry and punch and the like have me wishing for a turn around the dance floor. And I am not even a dancer.
Eighthly, villages. Foyle’s War has villages with proper shops and cobblestone roads and lovely painted signs and things. People mill about with their baskets full of provisions for a picnic or Ploughman’s Lunch later down the track and I want in.
Ninethly, pace. Each episode is movie length as the red herrings are dotted about and the preliminary and tiny, edge of mouth smiles are sprinkled. We learn that every line must be listened to carefully because they don’t like to waste things in wartime England.
Tenthly, cars. I know. This seems unlike me, but the cars are so shiny with skinny tyres and the people inside put their hands outside the window to grab the handle and open the door. It’s the kind of keep calm and carry on that I like to witness.
Are you a Foyle’s fan too? Say yes.
PS: Ohmigod Poldark is coming back.