Tom's parents (aka Mr & Mrs Aquaman) are here for two weeks, and being fit, sprightly young folk, each morning and evening they tear themselves away form their exclusive beachside accommodation and survey the village. You might think it is all about glistening waves and silhouetted coconut palms, but for the villagers, real beauty is a satellite dish or padded lounge. Pot plant fever has taken hold, adding colour and quaintness to bare front yards. One industrious lady has decided to put her collection up for sale, and thus become our first "florist." I wonder if I can take a cutting from the rare cool drink tree?