All Is Safely Gathered In
"All is Safely Gathered In" is the eighth episode of the fifth series of the British comedy series Dad's Army. It was originally transmitted on 24 November 1972. The episode is one of writer David Croft's favourite episodes, which he described in an interview with Graham McCann as "a joyous thing".
In the episode, Private Godfrey requests leave to help an old flame gather in her harvest and Mainwaring, citing the harvest as vital to the war effort, offers the assistance of the platoon. Meanwhile ARP Warden Hodges has a narrow escape from a falling bomb and, in a crisis of faith, decides to assist them.
The episode features extensive location filming, including a full recreation of a wartime harvest. Location filming took place at a farm in Whitney Green near Thetford, Norfolk in the summer of 1972, and a large quantity of photographs survive from the shoot. Studio scenes were shot at BBC Television Centre on 3 November 1972 and the episode was broadcast on 24 November of the same year.
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