Tesco bag tumbleweed

The chill wind whistles aimlessly around the deserted campus, drowning out even the giant sucking sound of the village emptying of students.

It's eerily quiet. The ghostly presence left by a generation of departed students pervades the damp December air. And along deathy pathways roll tumbleweeds of stray plastic bags.

Us postgrads of course are around another week or two, and it's nice to have the place to ourselves. Even if it's just a week of exams and then a week finishing a project I haven't started yet.

I think I'll take a stroll to the Arts Centre and check for signs of life, taking my Accounting revision with me.