On a secluded hillside in Jamaica lies Firefly, Noel Coward's peaceful retreat. Here, between sundowners and sunsets, brandies and cigarettes, the seventy-one-year-old Coward whiles away his days - a comforting, frustrating pattern of unwanted breakfasts, reluctant walks, graceless dips in the pool - in the company of his manservant Patrice. Both of them dream of a London that is long-gone or imagined: Noel's peopled with glamorous friends - Redgrave, Olivier, O'Toole - and Patrice's a picture-postcard vision of elegance and opportunity. Set over a series of summer days in the early 1970s, Firefly flits through Coward's dreams and memories, his successes and regrets, against a sultry, seductive backdrop of blue skies and glistening water. Colourful and contemplative, this is a moving and poignant portrait of old age and friendship, and a life well lived.