Tina took her hand. ‘Honey, we’ll go to the temple and see the monkeys while Mummy and the others are working.’

Grace’s phone pinged. ‘It’s Andy. He’s booked us in at Sundara for dinner. It’s on the beach on the way home, he says. Mum, I’ll text Lawrence to meet you at the temple and I’ll tell him about dinner.’

‘Do you think the restaurant will be very expensive?’ Tina said, sounding worried.

Steve smiled at her. ‘My guess is that it will be excellent, and Andy will sort out the bill. The hotel will probably pay for it,’ he said. ‘C’mon, let’s hit the road to get there before sunset.’

‘Let Daisy and me out first,’ Tina said. ‘We’re going to explore the temple and look for monkeys.’

As they were getting out of the minibus, Grace told her mother where they were going and arranged to meet them again later. Then Putu drove Grace and the crew down the steep incline to the beach.

They spent some time filming Andy and several other surfers gliding on an endless curling wave out from the beach at Padang Padang. Steve looked like he wanted to get into the surf too. He called out to Grace, ‘This is amazing. We could do a whole film at this beach – the water’s an incredible colour.’

As they were looking out at the ocean, Grace was surprised to see her mother walking towards them along the sand. She gave a cheerful wave.

‘Where’s Daisy?’ called Grace.

‘With Lawrence. They’re fine and I didn’t really want to stay with Lawrence. A couple of girls were driving down here so they gave me a lift.’

Grace’s heart sank but she didn’t want to say anything. She just hoped everything would work out okay.

Tina sat with Grace as Henry sent the drone camera scooting above a wave, filming Andy gliding inside its breaking curl. He studied the screen, mumbling to himself, ‘Bloody brilliant . . .’

‘Was Lawrence okay?’ asked Grace.

‘Seemed to be, and don’t worry, for all his faults, I’m sure he will take care of Daisy for half an hour. They were getting tickets for the monkey dance, although somehow I don’t think that’s going to be his cup of tea,’ said Tina.

‘Probably not, but Daisy wants to see the show,’ Grace said as she went over to talk to Mateo, who was looking at the angle of the sun.

Andy walked up the beach, shaking his wet head, a spray of glittering water circling him.

‘Some things never change, eh?’ He smiled at Tina as he put his board down.

She tossed him his towel. ‘Yes. Thank goodness. Looking out to sea, it’s like it was yesterday.’

‘Mateo, get that last shot and we’ll move up to the top,’ Grace said, worrying about the fading light. ‘You right, Andy?’