"A searing play about the way in which we try to own our dead, and the way in which they come to own us. A year after the death of their son Jack in an early-morning car crash, Adam and Mary Mansfield are still struggling with what happened. Adam has sold his winery, and his trips to the beach house have become more frequent - anything to avoid Mary's silent suffering. One day he encounters a young woman he used to employ as a cellarhand. June knows her way around a vineyard, and she also knows a lot about Jack. It's a story she needs to share with Adam, the story of his son's final hours. Set above the rocky headlands of the south coast of Western Australia, between forest and sea, Tim Winton's third play untangles a domestic heartbreak that has morphed into mythology, in a landscape inhabited by ghosts. 'Exquisitely wrought, this play excavates the perils and joys of being young and beautiful, and the possibility of finding solace in the most unlikely of people.' Kate Cherry, director 'Winton's capacity to write stirring, fluent theatre dialogue shines.' The Australian 'Tim Winton at his very best.' Theatre Australia 'A hypnotic rhapsody of love and pain. You can almost taste the seawater.' Colosoul."--Website.