My New Home

Episode three
The final part of Daisy Asquith’s excellent series following three youngsters as they make their way in our green and pleasant land maintains a jaunty tone. But sometimes, it’s a struggle. The triumph of ‘My New Home’ is that it’s managed to emphasise the individual humanity of those involved while still exploring wider issues. But much of it doesn’t reflect particularly well on the open-mindedness or hospitality of Britain.

Poor Altynay is finding life in rural Yorkshire an increasing struggle. She’s bright, engaged and likeable, but racist bullying has shattered her confidence. What does she want most? ‘To go back in time and tell everyone I don’t want to come here.’ Imran, meanwhile, is struggling with his exams. His mother, whose English is rudimentary at best, seems to have misunderstood his ‘F’-strewn school report. She claims to be very proud of him, but this may only be temporary. Young Zimbabwean Marshal seems to be comfortably the most bulletproof of the trio – just as well, because Newcastle hasn’t been unreservedly welcoming to him either. Sweet, insightful and troubling by turns.