We almost gave up on the sunset, but as the sun dunked into the sea, the most vibrant red leapt up from the wake of the splash in strips across the sky.
The morning promised to be a grey and windy one, so we decided on a day away from the beach and up to Pigeon Island, just a short walk from Sandals Grande.
We woke up in the fabulously squishy bed, made cups of tea and coffee, dragged the pillows and duvet out into the hammock and watched the morning sunrise.
I definitely squealed a little too loudly as we entered our water bungalow, but the breeze carried it far across the ocean and I hoped no one would notice.
We were driving towards the south of the island and Soufriere, stopping along the way in colourful coastal towns befriending locals.