After fears that Doctor Who was in danger of if not quite jumping the shark then certainly skipping daintily over the halibut, tonight's episode was a breath of fresh air. The story was solid, it had bags of atmosphere, and most importantly: Thirteen felt like the Doctor. It's amazing what can be achieved by ripping the pen from Chibnall's ruinous hand. No co-credit this week, no heavy-handed political rhetoric, just a good old fashioned 'ghost story' and some tasty season-arc morsels to nibble on.
