We’re staying with Claire and boyfriend Ray in Bermuda’s ghetto, Harlem Heights. There is a long, steep and narrow drive to get to the spacious flat. The view of the ocean is panoramic. They have a hammock in the garden, two cats and a tortoise. There is a network of fans arranged around the house to redistribute the air-con from the kitchen. Ray plays guitar and keyboard in the local tavern, the Swizzle Inn where he fields request from his huge repertoire. We went for the trivia quiz tonight and came tenth. Ray played my friend Jim’s favorite, summer of ’69. I was slightly surprised that while he didn’t know (or didn’t fancy singing) Son of a Preacher Man, he did know Rocky Raccoon.
Here are some Bermuda Roofs. These are designed to collect rainwater. The whitewash helps to clean the water as well as making the houses gleam in the sunlight.