It was a good programme. Hardy was a great poet and, like all great artists, a complex person. I think to describe him as a ‘womaniser’ is over-simple. He loved women and empathised with them - just compare his flesh and blood heroines to most of Dickens’s feeble female creatures - but the ideal woman was always out of reach. Once she was within reach, she wasn’t ideal any more. Until she was dead, perhaps, like Emma. I’ve met other men throughout my life’s who don’t share Hardy’s genius but share this rather sad characteristic.