Downton Abbey, the period drama that needs no introduction, is my comfort food. It reminds me of the roast dinners of my childhood: warm, familiar and never rushed. The fourth season of the British hit premieres on Prime tomorrow night, and I'm curious to see where the show will go now that it is back on form.
After the soap-opera histrionics of its second series - imposter heirs and paralysed soldiers leaping to their feet - critics scolded the show like Carson (Jim Carter) scolds his footmen. But in Series Three Downton returned to what it does best: character-led drama, drawing-room comedy and social commentary that highlight the bonds and the divides between upstairs and downstairs in a rapidly changing world.
The third season centred on the choice between adaptation or extinction in an England forever altered by war. Even "poor old Edith" (Laura Carmichael) began to have her say and do things her way, while Robert (Hugh Bonneville) stubbornly clung to the past, taking every call for change as a personal insult. Then again, stuffy old Robert wasn't fazed by Thomas (Rob James-Collier) being gay, while the gruffly likable Carson had a homophobic rant. Did anyone else feel sorry for Thomas for a nanosecond?
In the series finale, the family holidayed in Scotland, where Edith's editor Gregson (Charles Edwards) just happened to be in the neighbourhood, and Robert found a new appreciation for his marriage - and for Matthew's (Dan Stevens) efforts to modernise the estate. Returning home early, Mary (Michelle Dockery) gave birth to George, heir to Downton. But one can't end a season on such a happy note, can one? Just after meeting his son in the Christmas special Matthew dies in a car crash. I thought Sybil (Jessica Brown Findlay) dying was enough young life lost for one season, but Stevens quit and the writers reportedly couldn't bear to break up their golden couple.