22-05-2025
I found jewel-blue waters, blush-pink beaches and crystalline caves on a treasure island — less than a three-hour flight from Toronto
I'm first struck by the profusion of colour. Homes are painted in shades of cantaloupe and lemon yellows as bright as a Bermudian kiskadee's chest feathers, and voluminously draped in pink oleander. Bermuda cedar trees, which look like giant mascara brushes, stand poised next to hedges aflame with red hibiscus. Meanwhile, everything is surrounded by an ever-glittering cerulean sea. Bermuda is only about 1.5 kilometres wide, so you're never far from an endless and impossible blueness.
When my husband, son and I check into the historic Cambridge Beaches Resort & Spa — where 85 coral-pink cottages are set on a lush 23-acre peninsula in the quiet northwest — I spot a coffee-table book, 'Treasure! A Diver's Life,' by Teddy Tucker, the Bermudian marine explorer. Tucker recalls his magical childhood by (and mostly in) the sea, nursed on tall tales of piracy and hurricanes and ocean storms, of ships and Spanish galleons, wrecked on Bermuda's perilous coral reefs, with their cargoes of gold and emeralds and ambergris.
