One of the great glories of the resort is the staff. Wherever you go, whatever you do, without you knowing it’s even happening, someone is quietly keeping a helpful eye on you. They magically appear, like a fairy-godperson; a mixture of chauffeur, waiter and guide. When I casually strolled over to breakfast, my butler Thahseen would suddenly arrive the moment I finished to ask if I slept OK and needed a better pillow (there’s an entire menu of to choose from), one day he turned up with approximately seven variations of lotions and cream for my insect bites. Another day my broken sunglasses, left scattered on my terrace, reappeared completely fixed by our cheery housekeeper, Saddam. You only have to lick your lips and look pensive and one of the twinkly can-do staff appears with your favourite glass of crisp pale rosé.