Jeremy Clarkson – controversial motor journalist and proprietor of Prime Video’s Clarkson’s Farm – has just sent his recalcitrant labradors, Sansa and Arya, on a month-long residential obedience course. But as he attempts to convince Sansa to sit or heel, she simply capers away, immune to her owner’s commands. “F***ing hell,” he laments with a sigh, “they’re worse than ever.” As Clarkson’s Farm returns for its fourth season, viewers are treated, once again, to the timeless comedy of irrepressible, unstructured buffoonery, as beloved of the master as it is of the hound.
The big change at Diddly Squat Farm is the elevation of its manager, Kaleb Cooper, to superstardom. As the season commences, Kaleb is off touring his one-man show (the opening episode is interspersed with clips from his act), leaving Clarkson to plough a lonely furrow. “Things have gone a bit topsy turvy,” Clarkson adjudges, from the seat of his Lamborghini (tractor). But twas ever thus at the farm, where simple questions are often met with complex solutions. The big new complication, this time around, is Clarkson’s aspiration to buy a pub, which will serve as both a secondary farm shop and a showcase of British food and drink.
