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J’s Surf Shack
Joan and Belinda dropped Grace and her old bike off at her chalet on their way to the café. With a warm morning sun just beating off the chill from a breeze coming in off the sea, she left her suitcase out of sight behind a large flower pot beside the door, then rode up the street to the local letting agency office and collected the keys.
The chalet was part of a terrace of five properties set into the hill on the southern edge of the cove, and from the window of the little kitchen there was a narrow view of the beach between the houses lining the seafront. On a budget, Grace had got the best she could afford, but the little square of garden at the back was so close to the hill as to be almost permanently in shadow. However, with a small living room and kitchen downstai
