She needed to get online, something she had been staunchly against during her weeks back in Blue Sands. It wasn’t hard to avoid it; there was no cell phone reception in the cove apart from a couple of shaky Wi-Fi signals, so if she wanted to use her phone she had to walk up Melrose Hill to the village. However, staring at a phone screen for long periods had never been Grace’s favourite way to spend her time, and she didn’t want to ask Joan if she could borrow her laptop. The only option she had left was to use the public computers in the small Upper Blue Sands combined library and museum.
Set among trees on an outcrop of land at the top of the cove’s valley, the library had the best view of the cove below that wasn’t in some rich non-local’s garden. The ground floor was set into the hill,
