Yesterday evening I watched
The Crimson Field, full of hope that it would be a good WWI drama. Sadly, an hour of blood, butchery and bitchiness left me completely unmoved. I’ve already spotted Frank Burns and Hawkeye; will Matron turn out to be Hot Lips Houlihan?
In complete contrast and rather surprisingly, for the first time ever The Antiques Roadshow, presented from Thiepval, made me cry.