There’s more to here than meets the eye
The Bahamas by India Hicks
WHEN I renewed my driver’s licence a few years ago, the agent remarked that I had lived on Harbour Island quite a long time. ‘Yes, I’m practically Bahamian,’ I replied. My husband, David, and I fell in love with the gentle spirit of this place many years ago and I’m very grateful for the privacy it brings, the small school that my children attended and the fact that they all grew up wild, free, and mostly barefoot.
Despite The Bahamas being tropical, I see distinct seasons: lucky nuts wash up on the beach during certain months, there are cooler evenings in the winter and flame trees bloom in July. September and October are normally the rainiest months and come with the theatre of hurricanes, but we have turquoise waters, pink sands, lots of turtles and the occasional pod of happy dolphins to make up for it.
I’ve explored nearly every cove and cranny of Harbour Island and larger Eleuthera, unoccupied when the first British
