Went out to wait for a yellow reggae bus - one appeared immediately and one look at the although the Finchley girls on tour 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 ubderstand why, but it soon clicked that it was only 8am! Found a church - leaded light windows flung open wide and beautiful hymns floating out. Some of us listened to some beautiful hymns. While Ana slept on the veranda of a shop, I and the girls admired the fashion of the elegant ladies.
Best bit, Sandy Lane! All dressed up to eat! and boy did we eat. Arrived in a minibus to a valet opening the door.
Sat on huge squishy chairs drinking Mojitas trying to pretend we did this sort of thing everyday. 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, 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.
Expensive but worth every penny for the food and the experience. Even th birds flying about while we ate. Came back several pounds heavier to our own little bit of heaven.