Bermuda still

Beautiful Bermuda

Beautiful Bermuda

Today, quite by accident, I discovered a webcam with a view of one of my very favourite spots. The lens looks out over the Great Sound of Bermuda from the old British Navy Dockyards.

I sat there for about half an hour and watched as one of those huge cruise ships pulled away from the wharf…flags snapping in the breeze…people lining the rails in the sunshine to get one last good look at this beautiful place. And I sat there and watched it all live on my laptop from thousands of miles away. Technology really is an extraordinary thing!

This webcam also comes with astoundingly good sound….so, in a couple of months, I’m going to be calling it up after dark just so I can hear the lullaby of thousands of little tree frogs that fill the Bermudian night.

This will take me back..back to a time before there was a marriage…certainly before children were even a thought…back to a time when I had a substantial chunk of future before me. I first travelled to Bermuda with the girl I would eventually marry. We were engaged there…and returned many times. It was kind of ‘our’ spot. We made it back for our 25th anniversary. Today is our 31st..and I wish like hell that we were there right now!

Bermuda is a magical place. It is stuck out in the Atlantic….too far south to be truly temperate and yet too far north to be part of the tropics. It’s a hybrid and the nearness of the Gulf Stream gives it a wonderful climate. It is still a good deal British-to-the-bone. If you go out for dinner to a good restaurant, a gentleman should wear a jacket. Some might find that stuffy. I find it admirable.

When my beautiful bride-to-be and I first arrived on the island we did all the kooky, youthful things you would expect of kooky youths. We hopped aboard a moped and spent our days zooming all over the place. (on the opposite side of the road, I might add) We went scuba diving…even though we’d never been scuba diving before. I chased a guy who stole my wallet off the beach. We wound up in the hospital after being rolled in the surf over some jagged coral. In short, we took risks…the kind of risks that responsible married people with children don’t take.  And we had a blast! When we went back to Bermuda 25 years later we took the bus..not the moped. Somehow we had become bus people. Whatever happened to those kooky youths? Boy, I miss them sometimes.

Have you ever stepped off a plane in a place you’ve never been and felt instantly at home? You are suddenly, inexplicably comfortable in totally unfamiliar surroundings. That’s what Bermuda was like for me. I don’t know what that is, but when it happens it leaves an imprint upon your soul.

We all need our places in the sun.


2 Responses to “Bermuda still”

  1. Happy anniversary to you and your beloved Dave! What Bermuda does for you Cozumel does for me. I think you should surprise Angie and buy a ticket right now! What are you waiting for, life’s too short.

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