Under a cut, just in case.
Some people seem to find variations in Terry Pratchett's books. I concede that the first two or three aren't quite as good as the later ones, but after that they all seem uniformly excellent to me, and this one is no exception.
Commander Sir Samuel Vimes, much against his will, takes a holiday in the countryside, and discovers that crime is not the exclusive preserve of the city…
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Old familiar characters, new ones and the usual Discworld mix of hilarity and philosophy. Brilliant as ever.