We have always loved Downton outdoors—not scenes of the ladies roaming the hedges at some tea party, gossiping about Sir Evelyn Napier’s hot friends, but the outdoor scenes of country sports, like the pheasant shoot last season, the family hike where Sir Richard wears the wrong tweeds, or that fan favorite, the fox-hunting gallivant with Kemal Pamuk. Whereas Downton’s whole upstairs-downstairs shtick depends deeply on its Carnarvon interiors—on the judge-y appraisals of those fringed lamps—the outdoors really remind you the show is on (gorgeous) location. It’s like stumbling upon a vivid, perfectly preserved colorplate in the middle of an ancient, yellowing library book. Especially for American audiences, where the closest thing to Matthew casting his fly rod in a west-highlands stream, the amber evening sun catching the sine curve of his line, is, what—Bassmaster?
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