A review of this episode:
Great Canal Journeys, Sunday 7th October, 8pm, Channel 4
The days are getting shorter, we’ve all had to stick the heating on and Brexit continues to drive the nation apart, but Tim and Pru are back, so all is right with the world. This time, they’re off to Egypt, to sail along the Nile.
Feel the dry desert breeze from the Sahara and contemplate 5,000 years of human history in the magical land of the pharaohs.
Our heroes are sailing along a 150-mile stretch of the Nile. It might be pushing it a bit to claim that a 4,000 mile river qualifies as a ‘canal’, but when you’re surrounded by this much culture, history and beauty, who’s going to quibble. Besides, I don’t care if Tim and Pru sail back-and-forth from one end of Dingle Reservoir to the other for a week, I’d still watch them.
Pru, whose gentle decline into memory loss has been sensitively documented in previous series, seems as perky as ever. “Some days I don’t know if it’s Monday or Lewisham,” she quips. Meanwhile Tim frets as to whether it’s fair to take her on these trips. But the mention of Egypt seems to enthuse both of them, which is Tim’s cue to start quoting Anthony and Cleopatra. He does love a good quote, our Tim! He promises Pru a ‘poop of beaten gold’. I did one of them once. I think it was a surfeit of carrots.
It may not have a poop of beaten gold, but the Nour El Nil barge they are travelling on is positively regal in its splendour; a huge, flat-bottomed floating palace with a crew of 12 and 70-foot sails. First port of call is Karnak, with its fabulous ancient temple. Mind you, you get the impression every hamlet in Egypt has its own fabulous temple. They’re like Egypt’s version of Pret a Manger.
Then it’s on to their hotel for the night, The Winter Palace. It seems an odd name for a hotel in the middle of endless scorching desert, a bit like building a hotel called The Palm Oasis in Antarctica or Sunshine View in Manchester. Mind you, if you have a room with a balcony overlooking the Nile and the Valley of the Kings, I suppose you can call it whatever you want.
The programme sees them visit some spectacular temples (natch!) including one which is filled with mummified crocodiles, who have hung on to their air of brooding menace despite having been dead for 2500 years. They visit Aswan, where they try a shisha pipe (“I’m rather enjoying it. Can you give me another toke,” says a cheerful Pru). Meanwhile, in the nearby bazaar, a trader offers Tim some Egyptian herbal Viagra. “Fifteen minutes, you’re like a horse,” claims the enthusiastic retailer. Thankfully, we don’t then cut to a shot of Tim on all fours, in a field, enjoying a meal of grass and hay.
As ever, among the history and humour, there is a pervading heir of gentle melancholy which gives this series such beauty. There are references to how much longer they can keep going on these magnificent trips, and after giving us a lifetime of entertainment, they have earned their rest. But oh, not yet, Tim and Pru. Not yet.
https://www.saga.co.uk/magazine/enterta ... l-journeys