All the accommodation is in secluded pavilions and villas, 16 of them with eight-metre slate-lined private swimming pools. Even if you do decide to venture out, it is easy to find yourself alone in the hotel's 20 acres of luxuriant, mature gardens, or by one of it's two stunning, cobalt-tiled swimming pools. This felt pretty close to perfection.

The villas are exquisite: white-wood walls and a steep-pitched ceiling, a vast, modern, limed-oak four-poster with a towering sea grass headboard, pale-wood African artefacts, and sand-coloured, geometrically patterned rugs. And the bathroom - acres of polished limestone, a sunken bath, mother-of-pearl framed mirrors and more Crabtree & Evelyn aloe Vera unguents than you could ever hope to get through. Outside, in the walled garden, there's a thatched dining pavilion meticulously set for breakfast. Not that the open-sided dining room isn't a lovely place to eat.