It was about the Tweed, and as a keen fisherman myself I watched in the hope of seeing him battling a mighty salmon (spoiler alert - he didn't, mighty or otherwise).
But I have to say I found it all rather insipid. It was watchable, but I felt he'd finally been put out to grass to churn out the Sunday evening TV equivalent of rich tea biscuits and a cup of cocoa.
In fact I was trying to think what it reminded me of and I realised the presentation was almost identical to Michael Portillo's Great Railway Journeys series. A bit of history, a couple of interviews with local `characters', plenty of pretty scenery and a good-natured, mildly ironical commentary in a pleasantly civilised voice - Portillo and Paxo were virtually interchangeable.
One difference that did raise my blood pressure was that because Paxo is archetypally BBC I'd forgotten it was on C4 so suffered some mental distress and confusion when I heard the dread words "Coming up ..." just before it stopped for adverts. I don't recall programmes on commercial TV in the past having this bloody infuriating feature, nor the ridiculous one minute summary of `the story so far' immediately after the ads. If you've been watching the damn programme why do you need telling what's happened? Surely our attention spans haven't yet declined to that level? And if you haven't, why would anyone switch a programme on half way through?
It was (apart from the ads) all perfectly pleasant, but I did find it mildly depressing that someone with Paxo's journalistic credentials should end up doing what could well have been an extended advert for the Borders Tourist Board.
Perhaps he needs the money to keep his new flame happy!
