Everything was lavender-themed (the fragrant plant has noted soporific properties, even more powerful than reading a long blog by Dominic Cummings, or listening to an audiobook). There were to be lavender baths, lavender infusions, lavender dinners, hilltop meditation, sunrise yoga, foraging, sound healing. Yet, when my tired eyes rested on the promise of “sleep activity with an expert sleep practitioner” on the beach followed by a “herbal pouches massage” I yelped. I knew Ivo (the husband) had to come. One, his name works in Croatia, where everyone is called Ivo, and two, he was an expert sleep practitioner already but you can teach an old dog new tricks, etc, so I would take the coals to Newcastle. And I would learn how to sleep better.