Top 5 Sexy Sins!

Don't worry - the title for the day isn't our itinerary, but rather the sermon that was preached in the function suite over the wall from our balcony. So, what are these top-5 sexiest sins that are known to man?

At number five, we have 'Longing'. Hmmmm.....the context given was, when a boy meets a girl, her eyes are 'up here' but his eyes are 'down there '. Whilst we can't see the preacher, we are pretty sure this infers chest level, since his next line is,
"Where there's cleavage, there is leavage". Whilst he declared this triumphantly and repeated several times, a quick Google search established that the word 'leavage' is made up. So, not sure manufacturers of push-up-bras can be accused of anything ungodly just yet.

Coming in at number 4 we had 'Lusting'. A bit hard to differentiate from longing for me, but I guess a sort of progression, since number 3 on the sexy hit-list is 'Luring', which all starts to sound a bit sinister.

By this stage, we are noticing that sexy sins all seem to begin with the letter 'L', which is confirmed when number 2 turns out to be 'Laying'. See, Adam 'knew' Eve, but Samson 'lay' with Delilah (the hussy!). And the preacher repeats this several times, then gets the congregation to repeat it too. Apparently, every time you 'knew' your partner, it's like it's all 'new' again. See what he did there? First all the L words now the whole play on words? The man is a genius! I'm just waiting for the organist to play us 'Let's talk about sex baby' but it doesn't happen.

Anywho, we are rapidly trying to guess the number 1 sexy sin beginning with 'L' and BH comes up with 'Licking', while I prefer 'Lolloping', but we are wrong. Preacher asks for a drum roll (BH drums on our table) and he announces 'Lingering'. So, this is defined as staying where you are and doing nothing....which equates to living in sin. Ok, got me there, haven't lifted a finger all morning, can't move myself off the balcony,  and I'm looking at the sea (Looking, that's an 'L' word - I'm such a sinner) and so I wait for the thunder clap.

I am happy to announce I survived and was then motivated to head out on the highway towards Hunte's Gardens, a beautiful garden created in the last 10 years buy the owner, Mr Hunte (see, more genius  on the naming front!). The gardens are amazing - everywhere you look there are plants and flowers filling every gap, with little statues in between and classical music playing in the background. I like other gardens on the island, but here there are no empty spaces

just plants and more plants.
The owner greets us on his amazing veranda, up in the trees looking down onto the garden. He brings lemonade with ginger to drink - plus a sample of his own brand of Rum (very nice). His little dog 'Flora' comes for a hug and then the cat, Miss Marble' joins us. Such a great place to unwind...but we eventually get concerned we are lingering (bad, bad people!) so we move on to Bathsheba.

Lunch at the Round House (BH recommends the pulled pork sandwich, and I recommend the mahi mahi sandwich (fish). The resident cat keeps me company for the length of time it takes to eat the sandwich and feed her fish, then she's off looking for the next people to beg from. Still, a great place to dringk the local beer.

View from The Round House terrace

We came home the pretty way - on a road called Highway 4B but it looks like it once melted and is now all lumps and bumps. We're just glad to have reached home with the car still intact! Lazy night ahead - oh no - L-word again.
There is no hope for me!
Nighty night,
BKB xx