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By Nikki Moore

It’s stunning, Melissa thought, as she wandered down the wooden flight of stairs that lead straight from the idyllic wooden cabin onto the beach. She arched her arms above her head in a leisurely stretch then let them fall to her sides. It was balmy already and all she needed to wear was a pair of cut off denim shorts over a scarlet bikini in the early morning warmth. Not something she could do back home in the UK.