We woke up, packed up and James left for the airport at 8.30, the ferry wasn’t until 2.30 so the children and I had some time to fill. We swam in the sea, ate ice creams, explored the streets of Fort de France until finally it was time to grab our bags and walk to the ferry terminal. Fortunately I had managed to unload nineteen of the cuddly toys onto Tony who had taken them home to grandma, where they would be looked after, this meant we had very little luggage. Heath still managed to fall face first into a swamp of mud and now his only set of clothes were brown, brilliant. We finally made it, washed Heath in a bathroom and checked in. It was all very official and we all had our bags checked before being shown through to board the ferry. I watched the children very closely on this crossing, yes it was on a very fast ferry but we were still at sea for an hour and a half, they both seemed fine being back on a boat though and the time passed very quickly, what with watching Martinique disappear and St Lucia appear. I was again concerned about customs and not being allowed in but we were through quickly and in St Lucia. We grabbed a cab and gave the hotel name that Mark had given us and we were off, we were nearly there, it had been a long day and I was ready to collapse. We arrived at St James’s Club Resort, Morgan Bay at about six o’clock and were given the warmest of welcome, Mark appeared and I pretty much disolved in his hug which turned into me crying on this poor mans shoulder for an inappropriate amount of time. I had never met him before and now here I was, an emotional wreck, clinging to him, with two small children, we all looked an utter state, Heath was still a slight shade of brown. This wonderful man didn’t even flinch and I was allowed to cry on him for as long as I needed to. His generosity was enormous we were taken to the most beautiful room, just meters from the beach, it had the biggest bed in the world in it, with huge pillows and white linen. On the bed were bags of Christmas presents for each of the children, well it was wonderful to watch them unwrap all kinds of toys and they were delighted. The hotel is all inclusive and Mark has said we are his guests and that we can stay for as long as we need to. Trust me I had another cry, it is too much. I offered to work, to live in staff quarters, I said how this was too much but he just said no, in fact he said “no, you’ve had a terrifying time, lie down in the sun with a pina colada and relax.” We were left to unpack and then we went to one of the restaurants where we got to feast on an oriental buffet and still squeeze in three deserts, it was delicious and I did feel bad for Jim because this was his kind of food heaven. It probably wasn’t even nine o’clock but we climbed into the ocean that is our bed, so warm and cuddly and oh so, very, very, very nice and slept for over twelve hours straight.