All this sailing around stuff, living on the boat 24/7 is all very well but every now and then we feel we deserve a treat. Largely 'cause it's such a hard life, the sea.

My definition of a treat however is maybe a Coco Latte with marshmallows or perhaps a double chocolate Magnum out a passing van. Anne's is a day out having slipped into a slice of the Gucci Loafer economy.

Consequently, we dropped our £4 per night mooring at crack of dawn this morning and motored round to a slip in the Savusavu Yacht Club marina.

Parked up, we hailed a taxi and whisked ourselves off for a day of extravagance in the luxury Jean-Michel Cousteau Resort.

On arrival we were shown to a palm roofed hut on the beach where we lay out on massage tables like two stiffs in a morgue scene from CSI Fiji.

After an hour of being poked, prodded and oiled we slithered out for a meal that was as expensive as it was small.

Next time, its back to the Magnums.