Home sweet home

Ah, summer. That wonderful time of the year when temperatures soar, the beaches fill up and life in Bermuda comes to a screaming halt, or should I say slows down to a crawl.
Suddenly the pavements are swarming with tourists, cruise ships overshadow the Front Street of Hamilton and everywhere you go, accents from far and distant places mingle with that of the locals. Ah, summer.
Of course with summer comes the hurricane season and so far this year we've been lucky - only one hurricane - to our south - and a tropical storm to our north. So much for those predictions from the US. Although I shouldn't speak too soon -- there are still a few months to go before the season passes. Can you believe this part of the world saw a hurricane in January - Hurricane Zeta. That has apparently never happened before. So you see, you never know.
Mark and I were here for Hurricane Fabian in 2003.
I've included some photos. Luckily our home - the view we have above - is protected from the winds of the South. Mark was outside at the height of the storm having a smoke.