THE GLADSTONE BAG
Connie Glass climbed down from the train and took in a deep lungful of refreshing sea air.
Having been couped up among the crowds, dirt, noise, and pollution of stuffy London all week, she always enjoyed her Sunday getaways and made a point of choosing somewhere a little way off the beaten track.
It was her first year at university where she was studying forensic medicine, and so far, academically at least, things were going reasonably well. Her tutors seemed decent enough, and her fellow students were, on the whole, quite friendly, although Connie had already managed to suss out some of those who were clearly there more to party, than to study.
Those were the ones she tried to steer clear of. Not that she did not enjoy a good party as much as the next person, but she
