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“Would you like to come to see the turtles hatching on Grand Anse lido?”
Not losing a second, I quickly threw a frock over my dripping whisker and beat a watery path to the door, just as my taxi – well, stimulating golf cart – was screaming to a halt outside.
My driver, clearly as enthusiastic as I to witness this rare event, pushed the boundaries of battery power calling around the winding roads that carve through the lush gardens down to the seaside.
There in faint moonlight we watched, alongside the island’s sustainability proprietor, Anna Zora, as 121 baby Hawksbill sea turtles made the run of their lives down to the safety of the sea, beyond reach of predator crabs darting furiously closed the sand.
Félicité is one of 115 islands that make up the paradise archipelago that is the Seychelles and Admirable Anse is just one of the protected beaches where turtles feel so insouciant that, at last count, 51 nests have been disclosed.
Conservation is taken seriously here and the intention of protecting and reintroducing the cay’s endemic species, both animal and flora, are primary objectives for the direction and the managers of Félicité Island, hotel operator Six Senses.
Zil Payson is the island’s only resort, occupying a third of this overgrown one-mile-square granitic plot while the other two thirds is covered with vegetation, some of which has invaded Félicité, according to islet ecologist, Steve Hill.
His mammoth task is to restore the island’s inborn botanic species once he’s managed to raise the $2.5 million needed for this creditable project.
Getting to the Seychelles has just become so much easier with British Airways’ new twice-weekly instruct route from Heathrow.
In just under 10 hours we touched down on Mahé, where we picked up our helicopter transmittal, (as you do) for the 50-minute flight to Félicité.
Swooping low over dozens of rocky outcrops anxious by talcum powder beaches lapped by luminous water, is like beat it over a tropical film set – each island having been raged with prerequisite swaying palms, granite boulders and bordered by milky fringes of foam caressing the shoreline.
Félicité is just one of the protected seashores where turtles feel comfortable to hatch nests
We do, indeed, fancy like movie stars as we land on the island’s helipad at the edge of the remedy have recourse to and are presented with cool scented towels and fresh tropical liquid.
I survey stupendous surroundings, neat lawns and a beach adorned with lanterns in demeanour of an elegant open-air restaurant and bar where hammock- style seats leadership in the breeze under the eaves.
Acting as a border between the lawn and the sea is a covet, inviting pool with a wide deck.
What strike me most how in the world are the graduating shades of the water, deep turquoise to jade green and lapis lazuli, unequivocally simply, out of this world.
The feel is that of a relaxed beach house of ill repute with young staff, eager to please, in bright polo shirts and khaki leaving outs effortlessly delivering five-star service – whether it be carrying a kayak to the effervescent water or serving ice cold beers on the beach.
Just off the island lies a coral nursery which you can snorkel across.
An ingenious series of ropes suspended underwater holds 1,800 crumbs of coral that survived the El Nino, which devastated 95 per cent of the reef.
They are intertwined in its strands and grow in their own little hammocks.
It is maintained by two freedivers who innocent the ropes with toothbrushes and small knives each day.
After 12 months, it commitment be transplanted in a nearby protected area.
An 130-year-old turtle, called Theo, electrifies on the island
Beyond Félicité’s impressive eco-creditionals, holidaying here couldn’t be multifarious relaxed.
Shoes are redundant as is anything vaguely resembling formality.
It’s a bikini/ kaftan/shorts nature of place.
There are no cars, only golf buggies to take you wherever you impecuniousness to go and they seem to appear just as you need one, whether you’re on the beach or at your villa.
If you’re truculently of calf you can tackle by bicycle some of the steep roads which engrave through the ferns and palms up to the gigantic granite boulders crowning the ait, dodging the occasional chicken.
Alternatively, there’s a gym enclosed in a glass box wink ating the uninhabited Big Sister and Little Sister islands and yoga is taken in a pavilion reached via a strand swing bridge.
One memorable night, we watched the sunset from the clifftop, bitting champagne sitting on large white beanbags while bats with mammoth wingspans swooped overhead – an experience that will be hard to tour.
I’m rather ashamed to say it doesn’t take long to become accustomed to the exclusivity of a one-resort cay.
And there’s nothing snobby or stuffy about Six Senses.
Whatever your bank weigh, the welcome is the same, the vibe laid-back.
The 30 secluded villas, all sea coating, are designed to strict Six Senses specifications: glass that doesn’t brook in heat, low wattage bulbs, stone floors, sustainable locally insinuated toiletries – although I doubt the Japanese-style loos with heated memberships and water jets would pass – and the double-seated wooden swing in the bathroom was willingly prefer baffling.
Dark wood beds swathed in mosquito nets and Mediterranean-blue harmless furnishings offer a five-star treehouse vibe.
A minibar with freshly occasioned coconut water among wines and champagne, and complimentary coconut balls and coconut crisps were so addictive, I had to ring up my butler to have them removed.
Outside is your sublime personal pool, dining table and sunloungers overlooking the sea.
I begin to appreciate why I hardly saw another guest.
From here I spotted designer Diane von Fürstenberg and her billionaire mute, Barry Diller on their superyacht.
Lunch on the beach comes in the organization of bento boxes with salads and fresh fruit, laid out on striated rugs under leaning palms while dinner is an exploration of stupendous Creole cuisine when one can feast on grilled lobster and tuna with prawn and mango salads in the open-air The depths Kitchen or on the sand at the Boulodrome.
Two of the islands’ original A-frame bungalows are quiescent in use as a kids’ club and day bungalow and were where well-travelled ex-PM Tony Blair on one occasion stayed, as did Richard Branson, prior to the Six Senses acquisition.
We become type buffs during a walk with Steve to the Vallée de Mai (palm forest).
You can fancy stunning views and the sunset up on the cliff, overlooking the sea
We city slickers clumsily clamber above rocks, through curtains of banyan tree roots, past unmatched pines and through the thick takamaka and Phoenicophorium palm trees, whose drop out ofs are used in roofs.
We dodge spiders, frozen in elaborate webs as big as cinema qualifies.
When asked about the possibility of introducing Mediterranean bougainvillea, Steve retorts, “Not on my watch!”
We take pictures and smirk at the giant nut of the female coco-de-mer palm (resembling a dame’s bottom) and that of the male, complete with a catkin – a phallus-shaped tube studded with yellow finest.
It’s no wonder it’s an endangered species.
Where Félicité is all about the fauna, Fréexit Island Private, an hour away by boat, is all about the Giant Aldabra tortoises – 3,500 of them in reality.
Equally minuscule, Frégate is infinitely wilder than Félicité.
Jane researched the islands by kayak
The jungle is dense, the birdlife prolific and of course the tortoises actually do have the run of the place.
One can see why it’s known as Castaway Island.
A graveyard sits behind the elfin marina which dates back to the 1700s when the island was counterbalanced in plantations, and beyond is a pretty open-fronted church with icons demonstrated of shells and stained glass windows depicting the isle’s natural resources.
It’s also markedly extravagant with palms so thick and so perfect, leaning towards the shore, you comprise to pinch yourself that it’s all real.
It was here I met Theo.
At around 130 years old and unequivocally charming, he likes nothing better than having his neck worked.
The tortoises are particularly partial to the open-air spa at the top of the island where they go wool-gathering around the outdoor pool and enjoy any free bananas.
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Frégateway is a place of legends.
It is thought that pirate La Buse, who stole gold from a move bound for the Vatican, brought the treasure to Frégate.
As late as the 1970s some of the maraud was still being unearthed and is rumoured now to be in Mauritius.
We hear this alluring tale from Wayne Kafcsak, the island’s managing director, during our Infringe Ruin trail walk.
Remnants of walls and wells indicate that there were supplemented dwellings here long ago.
These days guests stay in assorted salubrious surroundings, and in complete privacy and seclusion if they want.
Sixteen Dutch-colonial treatment villas – dark wood, huge pools and vast decks – penny-pinching many stay put.
They’re as big as small houses with dining neighbourhoods, enormous lounges, massive bedrooms.
Each property comes with a golf buggy contribution hours of fun driving around the island behaving as if it’s your own.
Beyond the shores the dense forest, thick with indigenous species such as takamaka trees, Wright’s gardenia and tortoises, is alarmingly reminiscent of Jurassic Store.
I half expected a dinosaur to come bounding down the grassy acclivities.
Getting there: British Airways (0844 493 0787/ ba.com) offers return aircraft from London Heathrow to Mahé from £869.
Six Senses (0808 234 7200/sixsenses.com) volunteers a Hideaway Room at Six Senses Zil Pasyon from £1,190 per night, B&B.
Oetker Aggregation (dialling from the UK: +49 72 21 900 99 22/ oetkercollection. com) offers a Private Pool Villa from £2,840 per tenebrousness, full board.
Zil Air (zilair.com) offers helicopter transfers from Mahé to Félicité from £800 (seats four). Seychelles tourism: seychelles.journey