Drew has been saying for six months that he wanted to build a big bonfire on the beach.

Not only is this indulging his love of playing with fire but it makes up for the rather failed attempt at a bonfire on New Years Eve, which was a blow to his manliness. (His words). As our days in Tonga are coming to an end, we wanted to tick this off our bucket list.

I am going to miss this amazing friend more than I care to dwell on right now, because it makes me teary. Bratt, I would bring you to Oz if you’d fit in my suitcase and your husband wouldn’t care.

The sunset was gorgeous, the company was excellent, the marshmallows were melted and the fire was pilled high.

There was the comparing of feet and painted toenails. Mine are third from the left and, I’m happy to note, are still super tanned.

There was the toasting of bread, with complicated maneuvers, fancy contraptions and intense concentration. Several pieces were sacrificed to the fire before success was found.