The finale of Bonekickers was laughably bad. I was doing some mental maths to work out how long it would take to shuttle between Bath, Clevedon, Wells and Glastonbury on our rustic road system, compared to the impression given last night that they were all neighbours in a cul-de-sac. Never mind being able to break into Wells Cathedral and the Bishops Palace at night with a sackful of diving equipment, and the corny Excalibur moment. But it's been fun, and Hugh Bonneville has finally been given a role he can chew on. It could do without the regulation gory death per episode though.