Death in Paradise

We may be 15 series in, but the sunny crime drama shows few signs of flagging.

DI Wilson feels like a real person. He is conflicted, a bit tetchy and fond of a fry‑up. That gritty quality adds something new to a ratings winner that, in every other sense, feels happy to exist in a time‑warp of its own devising.

For now, the huge Death in Paradise fanbase will be relieved Gilet has taken to the job like a natural. Fingers crossed, he sticks around long enough to leave a lasting impression.

It's a fruity cocktail of all the things we're missing: sun, sea, sand and frivolity.

Down on St Marie, there isn’t much tension, because the storyline is so ropey.

It’s still an easy watch and the returning characters feel like old friends, from Don Warrington as the Commissioner to Tobi Bakare as the enthusiastic JP. There was a welcome return for Joséphine Jobert as DS Florence Cassell.

It is a steady hand, sometimes silly, vaguely taxing and utterly dependable. In the nicest possible way, the cast is irrelevant: you get the sense that it would thrive, no matter which familiar TV face was at the front of it. It is a crime show wrapped up in a dad joke, with lovely scenery, and it offers up all the satisfaction of finishing a crossword.