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Thursday 4 December 2008

Islands in the sun

Christa D’Souza plans a Caribbean summer

Campbell Gray has a lot of taste, as anyone who has ever been to One Aldwych would know. Each of the simple but luxurious suites is stocked with Gaggia coffee machines, Dean & DeLuca cookies ’n’ cream chocolate bars and Molton Brown products in the massive marble bathrooms. Charles and Camilla, who were there the week before us, would, I’m sure, have appreciated the very decent rosé in the kitchenette fridge and the fluorescent-lit Mary Fox Linton-designed library, which I read in while the kids played Playmobil and looked at YouTube on the two computer screens. Meanwhile the Just Gay Enough cuisine is perfect for everyone. There are two restaurants: one, East, for grown-ups wanting to give the old sparkly kaftan an outing and serving good old pan-Asian dishes like seared tuna tataki and Thai green curry. The other, Indigo, on the beach, serves proper American pancakes, Oscar Mayer-style bacon and maple syrup for breakfast; ‘Kobe’ beefburgers and fries and the old ‘supermodel diet’ staple, grilled mahi-mahi and salad, for lunch. There are nine tennis courts (should you want to play, which we didn’t), a leather-seated screening room which shows three films a day, and then there’s a masseuse at the spa called Cassandra, who I swear gives a better lymphatic drainage than either myself or my babyfather has ever, ever experienced back home. Perhaps the best thing of all for me, being nanny-less, was the fact that we were ten yards from the beach, ten yards from the restaurant, ten yards from the library, which meant the kids, for once in their lives, could pretend they were independent.

Would I recommend it to anybody? Not necessarily. What’s the point, some might think, of going somewhere with the express purpose of not making friends, of not doing any sights (we did venture out once, to see Nelson’s Dockyard, but so shouldn’t have bothered), of not learning a new watersport (you can, we didn’t), and being tucked up in bed well before ten? But, you know, the kids love it, you being on their schedule, not being hauled out of bed every morning to do something constructive, not having to compete for attention with their parents’ drunken friends. And another thing. When one lives the kind of high-octane W14 life that we do, a bit of social/cultural/physical indolence is sometimes a much-needed thing. For the first time in ages I came back from holiday feeling like I’d had a holiday. The only slightly bitter taste is that on our fifth blissful day the manager came up to us on the beach and wondered if it was at all possible for our five-year-old to put his swimming trunks back on. He was very apologetic. Nothing to do with him. One of the other guests had complained, which of course had us wondering exactly who for the rest of our stay. Wouldn’t happen in Puglia.

In this respect only would I think twice in booking Carlisle Bay for our summer hols.

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