Once again Southwold was engulfed by a wave of laughter. Back for its 19th year, Jill Freud and Company kick-starts its summer season with yet another triumph of entertainment, light-hearted in holiday spirit, yet thoroughly professional in theatrical technique.

Once again Southwold was engulfed by a wave of laughter. Back for its 19th year, Jill Freud and Company kick-starts its summer season with yet another triumph of entertainment, light-hearted in holiday spirit, yet thoroughly professional in theatrical technique.

First performed in 1938, JB Priestley's When We Are Married is set in a small, but, in its own eyes, very important Yorkshire town, a few years before the Great War.

Standards were standards, self-made men were convinced that they had created something very important, and a triple Silver Wedding called for a do.

Quite a do, especially when it seems someone had fumbled when tying the knot.

Now, what if…?

Alarm, tragedy, a stumble on the tightrope of respectability!

What if folk got to know at chapel? What might a reporter say in the local paper? It just gets worse and worse, except, of course, for the audience that can enjoy every wriggle as the worms turn.

Maurice Rubens gives the comedy a sure foundation with a period set that is rock steady and director Richard Frost does not miss a trick as he marshals a cast of no fewer than 14 on the small stage.

The actors carry us along irresistibly, reminding us just how much sheer fun there is in rich, well-articulated characterisation.