Went out to wait for a yellow reggae bus - one appeared immediately and the bus driver skidded to a stop to let us all on - even tho we were nowhere near the bus stop. Result!
Got to Hole town, town empty couldn't understand why, but it soon clicked that it was only 8am on a Sunday morning! Found a church - leaded light windows flung open wide and beautiful hymns floating out. We stood outside and listened to the beautiful hymns despite entreaties to come on in and join in. Meanwhile Ana had a little sleep on the veranda of a shop (she is our own little hobo), Anna-Maria and the girls admired the fashion of the Bajan ladies in their Sunday best.
Best bit, Sandy Lane! All dressed up to eat! and boy did we eat. Arrived in style among the Bentleys in a minibus driven by our own inestimable Vernon. Admittedly, it was a cleaner, smarter minibus than his airport pick up bus. Bless him for making the effort. Lovely smiley valet to open doors.
Sat on ridiculously huge (and very hot) squishy chairs drinking Mojitas trying to pretend we did this sort of thing everyday. Felt much at home among the very impressive clientele. Sun came out (hurrah).
Lavish buffet - eat as much as you like. How many times did we go up and get another clean plate?! Started with salad, sushi, then onto huge prawns, Lesley had oysters, Su and Ana loved the roasted veg. Then up again for suckling pig and crackling to die for, followed by specially cooked to order Mahi Mahi and swordfish on the outside bbq. On to desserts: weeny creme caramels, pink macaroons, pecan cake, and the best: vanilla icecream with caramel sauce and frosted peanuts (su had that twice). Diane went up for cheese. And biscuits, and lots of sables biscuits. Some of which went into Su's bag. She kept trying to sashay around as she had been there before, but the effect was spoiled when someone realised she'd spilt chocolate all over her white trousers. Anna-Maria, sophisticated as ever, did a photo-shoot of the ladies loos.
Expensive !! but worth every penny for the food and the experience. Even better that Alex managed to lift a couple of apples into her copious bag. Gorgeous little birds flying about while we ate.
Came back several pounds heavier to our own little bit of heaven.