The literary device of gathering a group of characters together, and then watching them while they do or don't do, things to each other, is well established. Often someone dies. Others are either at fault, or did it on purpose. In this book, which appears deceptively to be a simple tale about a group of people on holiday, there are undercurrents that many of us will recognise. In particular of how even well-intentioned people let things slide a bit in terms of responsibility generally, and for children when sun, swimming and booze are involved. The characters are more complex than is usual in this kind of social 'comedy'- not stereotypes. Morris is very good on tired middle-aged relationships, how sick we get of each other, and how tempting the grass on the other side of the hedge looks - and how people play mildly flirtatious games on holiday 'if...' games. But she is always subtle, never rushing her character into bed and into trouble. Her prose style has a simplicity that is also deceptive, enjoyable, rather unusual with a kind of spice to it. All in the historical present tense, which Morris handles deftly - not easy - so you feel you are there, walking beside these people in the Tuscan landscape. So, things do happen, people feel authentically, then they go home. A good read, particularly if you are taking a later summer holiday.