Reading back over my reports, you might get the idea that this crew does nothing but work all the time.

That is, of course, exactly right. I wouldn't want you to have any other impression. But there are the occasional moments of relaxation to be had. Like this one.

It's a Saturday night. Everyone on the unit from the director to the local guy hired for a day knows there is going to be a party that evening. Everyone, that is, except the person in whose honour it is being held. Appropriately for a crew filming the activities of MI6, the secret has been kept. Daniel Craig thought he was going out for a quiet dinner to celebrate his birthday.

This is the biggest surprise party any of us have been to. We're on a beach on the southern side of the island - smoke is rising from the barbecues and food stalls, there are bottles stacked high and the waves are lapping on the coral sand. Some crew members have brought their families out for a holiday but the children aren't the only ones running around with a smile on their faces. Your own correspondent makes his first foray into a local speciality, conch fritters. Unfortunately, the pronunciation, "conk fritters" causes some initial confusion, as I always thought conk was another word for a nose. Not quite so appetising. But Daniel is having a plateful so I venture back to the stall again.

There's a great deal of good will towards Daniel and it comes from professionals who appreciate a job well done. These are the people who have watched him week after week as he, literally, throws himself into the role. They've worked with actors in all sorts of roles and on all types of films but few of them have seen this level of determination and drive. When you have put all your energies into making your contribution as effective as possible, there's a great deal of satisfaction in seeing your star reflect an even higher level of commitment.

So there's a good feeling tonight. A chance to celebrate more than a birthday with Daniel.

But that's not the only thing that makes this evening stand out. We're all guests of the producers, Michael Wilson and Barbara Broccoli. They're the ones who have laid this on and it's this generosity that makes the Bond experience special. Perhaps it's her Italian ancestry but Barbara Broccoli takes her duties as a hostess very seriously. Empty plates or glasses are an aberration to her as she flits from group to group making sure we are all having a good time. It's admirable but all the more so in that she is just as concerned when we're on location at seven in the morning to make sure we are getting enough breakfast and are dressed correctly for the weather.

But even Barbara has to stop and watch as the junkanoo band comes marching out of the darkness and on to the beach. Junkanoo? Think Mardi Gras, via the Carnival in Rio but with costumes that make those events look models of restraint. The colours are loud and the music is louder.

It's impossible not to be moved (or deafened) by such an enthusiastic performance But before I give myself up to the rhythm completely, perhaps there's time for one more conch fritter.

Until next time,
YARBOROUGH