If I craned my neck up to full stretch, I could just about see the green peak of Gros Piton to my left, and the granite tip of Petit Piton to my right. Behind me, I heard pitter-patter-splash in stereo as my 11-year-old twins, Nancy and Lola, ran and jumped into our private pool, oblivious to our breathtaking proximity to St Lucia’s most famous natural features.
We were spending half-term week at Sugar Beach, Viceroy’s heavenly resort nestled between the Pitons, the defining, UNESCO-protected landmarks of the island. Built on the site of an 18th-century sugar plantation, the resort’s colonial-style whitewashed villas tumble down to a crescent of sugary white sand lined with obedient palms and bookended by the Pitons. ‘It’s as close to heaven as we’re gonna get, girls,’ I grinned, swishing a goblet of requisite rum punch.
Although widely considered a honeymoon hotspot, St Lucia is actually a great place to bring the kids. A herd of brightly coloured vintage tuk-tuks buzz guests around the winding roads of the hilly resort. ‘Goodmorning, Lola and Nancy, and h