Having had our fill at Jamaica Grill, we moved on to another end of the railway trail at Bailey’s Bay. Taking the bridge across a small bay filled with rowing boats that bobbed prettily in the water, we wandered for a time, saying hello to any locals that we met along the way (something we, as Londoners, were happy to get used to).
The Crystal Caves were next on the agenda. Honestly, we weren’t sure what to expect here, fearing a gimmicky tour and caves illuminated by colored lights, but we couldn’t have been more wrong (Bermuda, we should never have doubted you). Listening to our guide tell us how the caves were discovered by two boys playing cricket when their ball disappeared down a hole, we were left awe-struck by the beauty and serenity of the huge cavern we were faced with. Stalactites and mirror-still blue waters with only soft white lightning to illuminate; Alex was in photographic heaven.
We ended our day with a celebratory Rum Swizzle at the iconic Swizzle Inn. Positive that we’d captured some spectacular shots of the island, a pitcher of this classic cocktail in one of Bermuda’s oldest and most characterful pubs felt like the right thing to do. Just be careful if you do the same, it’s very (very) strong….