Last Christmas, my sun-loving mother opened a small box, which had a Virgin Atlantic luggage tag inside it.
We were off to St Lucia together.
Specifically, to Anse Chastanet, in the jungle on the west coast of the island near Soufriere. It doesn’t allow children, and so this promised to be a proper break for both of us.
Simply sumptuous: Marina stayed at the idyllic hideaway that is Anse Chastanet – and managed to relax
Embracing St Lucian culture, the rooms and restaurants are decorated with native fabrics and the smiling staff are resplendent in traditional dress, with small numbers in their hats that reflect their marital status; one for single and looking; two for engaged; three for happily married.
The hotel sits on a steep hill. On one side, rooms look over a perfectly formed sandy cove; on the other, the view is the Pitons – those dramatic mountains that rise out of the sea like prehistoric fangs.
The ethos is to embrace the outdoors: there is no glass, rather shutters that allow the gentle breeze to drift in.
No phones, no TVs, no air-con, not even any curtains.
We were woken each morning by the jungle cacophony, as though the birds were screaming for us to get up and make the most of every moment.
A gentle routine started to emerge.
After breakfast in the treehouse restaurant, I’d put on my gym gear. But instead of pounding the cross-trainers, I’d spend a sweaty hour exploring the jungle trails behind neighbouring beach, Anse Mammet. That took care of any guilt about spending the rest of the day horizontal.
My mother normally loves nothing more than exploring the local markets, finding a great fishmonger and creating abundant feasts for her extended family. Here, she had little choice but to relax.
One afternoon, seduced by the promise of colourful reefs and abundant marine life, we boarded a boat for a snorkelling safari at the foot of the Pitons.
Julia, our guide, led us for an hour, wending our way above the underwater rock formations, signalling to creatures hiding in dark crevices or camouflaged in the coral.
She taught us how to dive to the shallow sea floor to get a better look at the shy puffer fish and pointed out a turtle drifting past.
A family affair: Marina was able to leave her brood behind in the UK, and enjoy a week away with her mum
Above Anse Chastanet lies Jade Mountain, a sister hotel that is different in character.
It’s a modern structure that looks like something from the sci-fi series Lost, with a maze of walkways and bridges leading to the 24 huge rooms.
Our week was spent eating our way through the menus of the different restaurants. Our favourite evening was spent at Apsara, on the torch-lit beach, the waves a few metres from our table.
The food is a fusion of Caribbean Indian, like nothing we’d tasted before and utterly delicious. A week of eating, sleeping, swimming, snorkelling, reading and chatting passed in a flurry.
The bond between my mother and me has always been strong, but to spend a whole week together in such glorious surroundings was a rare treat.
My mother said it was one of the best holidays she’s ever had – and I don’t think she was just being polite.
Travel Facts: Plan your own escape to St Lucia
Seven nights all-inclusive at Anse Chastanet costs from £2,749 per person with ITC Luxury Travel (01244 355 527, www.itcluxurytravel.co.uk), based on two sharing a superior hillside room, including flights and transfers.