Stoneybridge is full of holiday-makers in summer, its beaches are full of buckets and spades and sandcastles; but in winter it's cold and wild. Few choose to walk along the wind-swept Atlantic coastline. Those who do can't help but see Stone House, the big house on the cliff; once falling into disrepair it is now a beautiful hotel specialising in winter holidays. Its big, warm kitchen, its open log-fires and its elegant bedrooms provide a welcome few can resist, whatever their reasons for coming. The novel follows a collection of guests during one memorable winter week, and the reasons that brought them there.
