There are moments of brief tenderness and genius, in particular her disastrous first attempt at seducing Guy where they both ask the other to turn around while they disrobe and climb into an icybed.
Their lips hang open in frozen stupidity, as fish tend to look when they lie flat on the icybedsof outdoor fish markets, and their circular arrangement is somehow haunting in its evocation of the wine - dark future of our rubbish - littered seas.
Young couples in bed, animals traversing icy fields, stark corners of temporary lodgings are all depicted without reference to a specific place or time, reflecting the inter - connected, universal story that Sobol strives to tell.