Romance on the Hills

Picture this. You’ve waded into an infinity pool. To your left are lush green hills; below, coconut palms as far as the eye can see. Above you, there is the faintest trace of the moon on a ridiculously clear, blue mid-afternoon sky. Over to your right, the sea just goes on and on. You move into the hot-tub part of the pool. They’re playing Jack Johnson on constant repeat. Ah, romance simply soaks the air…

You get out of the pool, pick up your phone, take a few photos and pass these on on to your better half on Whatsapp - she's in Singapore and you’re feeling, well, a tad guilty.