Hamilton, Bermuda

It is an Ancient Mariner
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?'
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

We took the morning ferry from the Naval Dockyard across the Great Sound to Hamilton for a look around.  Forecast not too promising but starts off well if a bit breezy. 

A lovely little park with sculptures hidden around every corner, really lovely place akin to the better Victorian Parks that have survived back in the UK.  Mainly wandering around the streets getting photos, K does a bit of souvenir hunting too.  A couple of hours and we're ready to head back to the ferry.  K in the shop so I cross to the quayside to get some streetscape shots.

There's this guy in a wheelchair, rolling a smoke - tobacco, not weed.  Greets me like a long lost brother and asks where I'm from.  Tells me he's of Scots descent, H his name of the Mc X clan.  He's been a fisherman in these waters all his life, but is now ready to shuffle off his mortal coil and seems to want to tell someone about his life, seems I'm elected.  As he's coming to the end K approaches, so time to go.  "Don't  forget", he reminds me, "if we get cut we bleed the same.  We're all one..."  I leave him to his smoke and head for the ferry with K.  No sooner do we leave port than the heavens open and we get a flavour of showers, Bermuda-style!