My High Tower

Meredith did not hear the footsteps walking past her chalet. The three figures were silent, hardly daring to breathe, never mind talk; stifled shuddering was all they could manage. They felt as cold as the dawn wind blowing off the North Sea. And they were frightened. A gust caught them unawares, one of them screamed - just a small scream, but loud enough to penetrate her sleep.

Occult practices are suspected, and, for some, life on the holiday camp begins to take on darker tones. When Meredith starts to receive unwelcome advances from a female colleague and then discovers something alarming closer to home, she turns to Kingsley, a recently arrived local Baptist minister.

Her life continues to fall apart as the frenetic routine of the camp goes on all around her. Soon, she comes to realise just how much she needs not only human, but divine intervention as well. Increasingly attracted to the charismatic Kingsley, she battles on, only able to find any real measure of peace when she can steal away to hide in her own High Tower.