A stay at Cobblers Cove begins with a lovely greeting: a fruit cooler drink or a rum punch. Not unique amongst fine hotels in tropical places, but always welcome. Once past the reception desk, you enter a world that is wonderfully private, and verdant. You can lose yourself in a minute.The rooms within the grounds are nice, but if you are lucky enough to be able to have a suite, then you see a wholly different world.
I had decided that a treat for my wife was due and a suite she would have. We arrived at mid-afteroon, and the sun was still high. The sea glistened.Tired after a week's work, we were ready to just crash on the veranda. But then, we say the room. Plan B: just crash in that high standing bed. I have not had my breath taken away often when I first arrive somewhere but I could feel myself gasping for air, as the peach-like light danced across the walls.
This was going to be a very hard visit if the standard was to be kept as high all the time as it was at the start.
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