I promised a bit more about our Ibizan hotel and here ’tis. Thanks to a Guardian 50% offer on Mr and Mrs Smith hotels a few months back, we were able to push the boat out a bit on our holiday accommodation. We booked into the Atzaro, located in the North East of the island. It’s inland, so missing the sea views, but it more than makes up for that by hiding itself away in an orange grove. Which is in full blossom in April. Turns out paradise smells like orange blossom. Everywhere we went, we got there through fragrant clouds of citrussy sweetness.

The hotel is my favourite kind of all – the kind that goes out rather than up. No high rises here; just whitewashed villas nestling amongst the trees. Two pools, a restaurant, a spa, an outdoor bar and sushi restaurant (sadly not open until high season starts in June), and endless outdoor beds complete with large cushions, shades and white muslin curtains gently wafting in the breeze. Wherever you go, it’s possible to stop and lounge somewhere about every 10 paces. Don’t try and rush. It won’t get you there any faster!

Because it would have been rude not to, I also treated myself to a massage in the hotel spa; a beautiful complex surrounded by fountains, orange trees and complete with hammam, sauna and the obligatory lounging areas. For a bit more lounging. I’m not a relaxed flier so I was carrying rather more tension in my body than usual (despite the determined lounging). Thanks to my therapist Laura, and a Balinese-inspired treatment comprising both Eastern and Western strokes, pressure point work and joint manipulation, I was carrying a lot less tension afterwards. Although I’d be doing a lot better now if she could have been waiting at City Airport after the flight back…

For more on the hotel, check out their website.