Weston, Barbados
Walking to the fish market - the girls all wanted to buy the sauce made by the fish lady's aunt Angela.
And of course we had to have our daily fruit from the stall next door.
Time for a last swim, a last snorkel, a last trip on the speedy yellow reggae bus to Holetown to collect Jo's special order of banana bread from Flindts, and a last order from the suncream monitor (Ros) to "spread it all over your back" as we soaked up our last rays.