Moorea, with Tahiti in the background.
Market day In Papeete, the capital of French Polynesia.
Age meets youth at the Gaugin museum.
Any resemblance to your grandmother is entirely coincidental.
One of Tahiti's black sand beaches.
Hiding behind the roots of a banyan tree.
The valley of a thousand springs - we did a walk here. There are very few walks in Tahiti for the paths tend to get overgrown very quickly.
A fellow passenger on 'le truck', the public minibus service.
You can see the waves breaking on the reef in the distance.
A friendly local family.
The owner set the autopilot then went to sleep - within hours the yacht was blown onto the reef close to our rented house.
A couple of days later a small plane crashed into the lagoon, providing plenty of entertainment for the children.
A powerful helicopter carried the plane away the following day.
We took the ferry to the neighbouring island, Moorea.
This boy had fun pulling Catherine's hair.
On Cook's Bay, Moorea.
Drinking a Mai Tai cocktail - Polynesian for 'that's great'.
We also visited the island of Huahine - this little bridge links the two halves of the island.
The sun will soon be setting over Moorea...