Well, we're off - and in an obvious attempt to secure the attentions of any channel-hopping viewers who might not, yet, have noticed Aidan Turner gracing the pages of every single British newspaper in the last week, the BBC give us the money shot right away!
You could almost hear the faint cheers of the Cornish Tourist Board in the background as our muscular, handsome hero strode, damp and delicious, from the swirling waters of a sea of a tender turquoise hue rarely seen outside of a Caribbean travel brochure.
*Sighing happily* - which was just as well really, as it turned out to be for the first and last time of this dark and disquieting episode.
Tortured by visions of dear Dem and pretty Hugh, our Ross set the tone with a bit of gazing sadly into space - there was a lot of that going around as Demelza and Prudie took up the challenge and stared even more sadly and for longer.
Mind you, I do think that Demelza, as a woman who apparently owns only two frocks, could do a bit less paddling in the sea while wearing one of them and gazing into space.
Such a lot happened in one short hour, forgive me if I miss anything out.
So. we had the return of Zacky Martin's previously unknown son swiftly followed by his demise due to the machinations of Evil George, who, somehow, has managed to perfect an even more superior facial expression which makes me want to hit him in the kisser, repeatedly, with a brick!
In a daring departure from the books, the series adaptor also decided to place Drippy Drake and Preacher Sam on the 'To be Hanged Unfairly' list - my hopes soared, but, alas, thanks to an impassioned speech by Ross at the foot of the scaffold, they were reprieved.
Rats - this probably means the return of the Carne Family Singers at some point, more Morwenna mooning from Drippy Drake and more of Preacher Sam pontificating on and boring the locals to death!
In other news, Laudanum Liz seems to have cowed Evil George on the domestic front - well, she thinks she has, but that's mostly because he lies through his teeth to her while pretending that the dark, curly-haired moppet at her side bears no resemblance at all to his hated enemy.
Dear Aunt Agatha finally got her gravestone at a rather tense little dedication and blessing presided over by Oily Osbourne and attended by both warring factions, and, of course, Drippy Drake peeping round the corner of the church at the object of his devotion.
Oily O also presided at the hanging, a prospect which seemed to give him much pleasure, which is just as well since he's getting none at home! Morwenna must bless her sister twenty times a day for the stunt she pulled on the lecherous so-and-so.
Pretty Hugh isn't so much lecherous as persistent, but now he's failing fast, and while I'm sure Demelza isn't exactly pleased, she'll not be sorry to have an end to the stream of sentimental poetry!
Delicious Drake isn't lecherous at all, but seems to have formed more of a bond with Horace than Caroline - he looked more than a bit surprised when she told him she was enceinte!
Finally, Ross told Demelza what we've all been longing to hear him say - that he loves her above all others. Isn't that lovely - Oh wait - in almost the next breath he's going to leave again her by standing as MP and buzzing off to London!
An excellent episode, but busy and sometimes felt more than a bit rushed, let's hope it settles next week!
Villains of the week - the hateful Tom Harry and - as always - Evil Spiteful Tiny George!