We arrive, travel-worn from a night flight blinking bleary-eyed into the ochre lobby of the Constance Ephelia. With the tinkle of water fountains around us and the gentle chirp of crickets, our senses soon start to calm. After an efficient check in over apple and ginger juice, we are escorted to our pool villa on the north side of the resort — our home for the next few weeks.
We have come to the Seychelles to tour two of the country’s 100 or so islands, taking in Mahé, the main island, and second-largest Praslin. With a three-year-old in tow, no-fuss resorts are the order of the day. Just 45 minutes from the international airport, Constance Ephelia is our first stop, an expansive 120-acre resort on the west of Mahé. Our villa is brilliantly laid out for easy living, with double doors from the living area leading out to a small patio, a private swimming pool and sunloungers. The wonderful housekeeping staff has left towels shaped into jungle beasts and a freshly made coconut loaf for tea — a daily treat, it turns out.