a summer's day in the coastal resort of salcombe on the south devon coast. i was with george, my boyfriend, and my mum and dad, and we were on holiday and just having a couple of weeks down there. just normal stuff that we do, like going to the beach, going on walks, having some nice food, going on the boat, i've got a little boat down there as well, so we like to go on that. but charlotte's idyllic family holiday was about to be shattered one afternoon. out walking, they made a gruesome discovery. at the time my mum, she saw some fabric, she said, over the wall, and it was quite close to us, it was quite easy to see. and she knew that something was wrong but she didn't want to look again, so she shouted us over and said, can you look what's down there, i have seen something, i'm not too sure what it is. and so i looked then, and i saw a lady that looked like she had slipped down some steps, and then initially my reaction was to rush down and help her, because it looked like she had maybe just fallen, like, i guess that is what you presume, someone has had a