Upstairs in the open-plan living area, white plastered walls wash unevenly down to a festoon of shells and coral on the painted concrete floor. There’s shelving created from palm trunks sawn lengthwise in half, and an overhead fixture of LED lights roped to a triangle of bamboo. Downstairs, our bedroom has crisp white open-weave curtains and pelmets of sun-bleached driftwood, the latter collected from the shore and handmade by the owner. More lengths form the bedhead. Add two small beside-tables and a palm-leaf mat and the effect is blissfully serene and harmonious.
Then there are the gardens, an on-going labour of love that would have taken countless weeks of back-breaking work just to clear the dense island vegetation. And that's before anyone could think of planting the vibrant red and pink hibiscus and the green/purple oyster plants edging the pathways. Not to mention build the steps and yoga deck!