In the days leading up to the big move, we faced more than a few stressful moments. Whenever nerves began getting the better of me, I’d load Wrigley onto the golf cart and head for Bita Bay. Is there a sedative on the planet as effective as sunshine, salt air and seeing a smiling dog sprint joyfully down the beach?
Next to Fish Hooks, my favourite part of Green Turtle Cay is Gillam Bay. It’s where, as children, my grandmother and her sisters gathered Panama shells and hunted for buried treasure. It’s where, on summer vacations, I picked tart sea grapes, swam in the warm, shallow water and picnicked under the palms. It’s where, years later, Tom and I were married, surrounded by friends and family and serenaded by a Junkanoo parade.
There’s something restorative about walking this beach — seeing the sunrise over Pelican Cay, feeling the noon sun on my head, breathing the salt breeze or watching a late-afternoon thunderstorm gather on the horizon.