The narrator looks back at a time when he, his brother Andrew, their Mummer and Farther, and an unlikely collection of pilgrims head to the north England coast, to commemorate Easter with their new parish priest. The Loney, a liminal place of unpredictable tides and treacherous weather, had been their annual pilgrimage until their old Father Wilfred died in unexplained circumstances; now they're depending on Father Bernard to lead their spiritual journey to cure Andrew of his autism. Such a strange story, with dead babies and bums, illicit activities, country bullies, and God or his opposite! Is The Loney a place for healing or a place of crisis? Either way, everyone comes away unsettled, and I did, too.