Harbour HERITAGE
IT MAY BE a reflection of my own sentimentalism, but it seemed to me from first sight that the house on King Street was imbued with an air of nostalgia. Almost thirty years ago now, I had shouldered past the rotting, unhinged gate in a high wall to find the surprisingly large garden, set just off the bay on Harbour Island, here in the Bahamas where I live with my family.
The approaching sunset that shone on the house’s face that day might have favored what was essentially a dwelling that had been literally abandoned. The gap between the
