So we arrive on this lovely tropical island a bit shocked, really. We'd only gone out for an afternoon's sailing in the Firth of Forth - must have taken a wrong turn somewhere
Anyway, it's a gloriously sunny early evening. Anton is a bit worried that I'll be overtired so he suggests I lie down on the beach while the boys go and build a shelter and find some food.
Bruno decides he can't be bothered with all this hard work so he stays with me, making me howl with laughter, doing impressions of Craig, and Patsy sticking her tongue out and James paddling his arms like Godzilla.
Bill is really useful to have around, having reported from all sorts of dodgy war zones. He knows exactly how to survive. He shows Anton how to build a shelter. Anton has to take his jacket off 'cos he's so hot and they need to use his bow tie to tie some sticks together, so he's in his ballroom trousers with his posh white shirt unbuttoned just far enough to see his chest hair.
Meanwhile, after a fantastic sunset, Bruno and I decide we really ought to pull our weight and light a fire. With much hilarity we rub sticks together trying to get them to catch light but it just doesn't work. Bill looks exasperatedly in our direction, walks over and pulls a box of matches out of his pocket.
Anton meanwhile has found us a feast of tropical fruit - mangoes, lychees, passion fruit, pineapple, coconuts, so we feast by the fire.
Then, after Bruno and Bill have fallen asleep, he teaches me to rumba by the light of the moon........................