Not always sunny in Bermuda!
I went to get some fish from my mate this morning. He had some really nice Turbots (Trigger Fish) so I bought three. Fresh fried fish tonight! This place is called Coney Island. The pillars you see used to hold the tracks for our only train which didn't last long. Too expensive to run, lots of maintenance from saltwater exposure and advent of cars to the Island. The building in the background is our airport, the trees bending over are Australian Casuarinas and the birds are Seagulls blown in from the gales. My mate is cleaning the Turbots over on a dock, he is just above that white truck. His uncle was a mason who helped my dad building waklls around our old house and on the odd occasion would babysit my brother and I if our parents went out for a while. Those were good old days for sure, life was slow, people stopped and chatted and if we were rude any grown-up could spank us without our parents or police to worry about!!