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a non-lockable gate (according to Fletcher, “there are no keys on Jumby Bay”), and the cutest do-not-disturb sign: a bunch of shells on a string. Inside were vaulted ceilings, a private balcony opening onto the beach, and a massive hardwood four-poster bed. The amazing bathroom included an old-fashioned bathtub in a private outdoor garden. I realised I hadn’t had a proper bubble bath in years, and made a mental note to take advantage of this one. Also waiting to greet me were a bottle of sparkling wine and some lovely macaroons and fruit nibbles. But first I had an appointment at Rosewood Jumby Bay’s


Sense Spa, a new addition to the resort’s attractions, set in a neat tropical garden. Although the resort is all-inclusive, spa services aren’t included in the price tag. But I was lucky enough to have been gifted a massage by the spa manager, and was eager to see what they had to offer. I left feeling super relaxed, and wishing I hadn’t booked dinner so early. There are three restaurants at the resort, and I’d decided to


try them all, starting with dinner at the upscale Estate House (the island was once a sugar plantation). I began at the upstairs bar, where I asked the friendly barman, Seon Athill, for a mojito. This rum cocktail is my benchmark for bartenders, since the balance of sour, sweet, mint, and alcohol isn’t easy to get right. I was blown away. This was far and away the best mojito I’ve ever had. Then it was time for the menu. I ordered carpaccio to start and then a beautifully cooked filet of beef, accompanied by seemingly endless glasses of wine. Since I’d earlier demolished


the welcome bottle in my suite, I was soon having a great time . . . . . . though it caught up with me next morning, when I set off


to ride around the island. The resort is set on the southern end, but the entire island is crisscrossed by concrete paths, and each guest gets a bicycle to use to explore. It took me a good forty- five minutes to make the circuit, past windswept, manicured pastures and roaming black-and-white sheep. By the time I was done, I’d remembered why I keep promising myself to go to the gym back at home. I’d arranged for a friend to come over to the island and spend


the day with me. We soon settled in on loungers by the infinity pool, and I contemplated my “research” thus far. When I’d told Antiguan friends I was going to stay at Jumby Bay, I was struck


Most people’s impression of Jumby Bay is that it’s stuck up, and only for the elite. Yet the guests I saw ran the gamut from families with young children to pensioners


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