Howard's getting it in the neck at home. Dotty isn't getting any at all. And Norman's getting it at work - from the girl under his desk.
What they need is a holiday to let off a bit of steam. And steam is just what they get. As couples of varied ages, class and income set up their deckchairs on the beach, the scene is set for a few crossed wires, a wave of embarrassment and a lot of sand between the sheets.
Sun, sea, sex, squabbling: Joseph Connolly's bestselling novel goes straight to the secret heart of that sticky farce of lust and snobbery: the British seaside.
Industry Reviews
'This is not a book about love, but a book about illicit, breathless, self-absorbed couplings and that kind of panic-ridden snobbery so dear to the English middle-class mentality, all described with gusto and distaste' Literary Review.
