When fifteen year-old Tom Radford moves with his mother Sally from south London to a remote village in Norfolk, he fully expects life to be different; but he has yet to discover just how different. His speedway-rider father has been killed in an accident, not heroically on the track but ignominiously on the street. Before he died, he had imbued his son with his own love of machines and speed. So when Tom finds himself in the back of a stolen car, driven by local wideboy Luke, he doesn't at first feel perturbed; until, that is, the car and its occupants find themselves upside-down on a lonely beach.
Tom's coming-of-age, in the company of some very strange characters, is brilliantly realized in Stephen Foster's second novel, with all the confusion and bravado of adolescence laid bare.
This was Stephen Foster's best novel (sadly he only lived long enough to write two) but it was very enjoyable, while also being sad and moving. It has some weird moments and an ambiguous ending that I had to re-read again after finishing it to make sure I understood it. A talented author now sadly lost to us.