Nat is leaning into Jaz and looks to be properly frightened; Carol guessed she didn’t want to go on this ride but didn’t dare back out. Jaz, on the other hand, knows no fear. At the edge of the picture is the claw end of the giant inflatable hammer that Phil’s been forced to carry all afternoon. Carol thinks she might wrench it from his grasp and club him with it, any minute now. Except that would be a comic gesture, and it is not a comic situation. The whole holiday, they have been sniping at each other. The caravan they rented has acted like a microscope, hugely magnifying all that’s wrong with their marriage. There somehow isn’t the space to argue, and anyway, they can’t in front of Nat. Today has been the worst. Every time the wheel carries the two girls upwards, Carol and Phil start to row. By the time Jaz is at the zenith, they are all but spitting at each other. As she’s lowered into view again, it’s smiles all round. As if their daughter’s blind and stupid. One day, Jaz thinks, she’s going to meet someone to whom she can confide all this, someone she can totally trust.
