Farewell Bermuda

Into our last few days now living in Bermuda, and I am trying to take in every sideways glance of the water and the centuries old palmetto and calabash trees that tumble high over the narrow windy roads.

Those thin roads bordered by jagged walls made from quarried coral that hide homes, preserves and lanes behind them.

A snug 20.6 square miles, and only a mile wide at it’s widest point, the view of water whether the harbour, the many sounds that nestle within the main island or the Atlantic crashing around it and beyond the pink beaches, is never far away.

181 islands in fact make up this Atlantic outpost and 9 parishes, measured each exactly 1,500 acres and named after Elizabethan aristocrats, merry gentlemen who had a pursuit of overseas exploration, a bit like myself.

We came for 5 years and we stayed for 15 gained a daughter and a dog on the way plus many wonderful memories. This island is a melting pot of people and senses and it will be missed.

We have lived in three homes, owned two cars and a couple of mopeds. We have sailed, swam, dived, jet-skied, played with humpback whales, and walked and biked and explored every corner of this idyllic isle.

I have worn the shorts and long socks, bought the tee-shirt but still never seen the triangle.

Bermuda is beautiful but like people it hides many insecurities and quirks and is no way perfect. I will miss it though, I will miss living on a postcard and I will doubly miss the many lifelong friends we have made here.

❤️ 🇧🇲