When Babo Patel met Siân Jones in London, it was instant love: a full-body burning not fully accounted for by the peppermint schnapps. Babo’s Indian parents disapproved of his cream-skinned, auburn-haired love. And then they disapproved unless the couple moved back to Madras. So here they are: Babo and Siân and their girls, Mayuri and Bean, all together in their house with orange and black gates. As the 20th century rolls along, the Patel-Joneses navigate their way through the uncharted territory of “hybrid” family life. There’s the hustle and bustle of Babo’s nearby relatives; the sometimes-summers in Wales with Siân’s family; and those everywhere perils of first love and lost innocence and old age that raise the big question: What do we make of the spaces our loved ones leave behind?