This fairly funny comedy by Alan Ayckbourn isn't going to win any prizes for breaking new ground in theatre, but it's a pleasant way to spend a couple of hours.
Set in the 60s, the play revolves around two couples, a young man and woman who live in London, and an older husband and wife in Buckinghamshire. They represent the epitome of 60s culture and values, the young couple being all urban ambition and a little squalor, the older pair sitting smugly in their country house with little to complain about besides the quality of the marmalade.
Thanks to a series of faux pax and misunderstandings, the two collide on a quintessentially English summer Sunday, and we sit back and watch the chaos spill over the garden table.
The performances here aren't bad, especially Liza Goddard's turn as the country wife. She is very sharp, focused and often quite funny, and seems to get most of the best lines. Robert Powell gives it his customary grandness as her husband, and though his characters pomposity and appalling misogyny grates within seconds, it's supposed to. It also has the added bonus of making us identify with and feel sorry for the other characters, or at least two of them.
Perhaps the best thing about this play, other than Goddard's performance, is the set. Not only is it grand in scale but it's brilliantly lit, creating a feeling of a very hot day in the country in an entirely convincing way.