The conical white limestone turrets of St. Peter's Catholic Church may rise like the spires of a Greek chapel in the Dodecanese islands. The inland salt ponds resting loch-like, reflecting the hills of natural brush may remind you of the Scottish moors. But the balmy breezes that beckon you from your bed in the morning, the turquoise waters gleaming and ruffled like the gem-crusted skirts of a genteel lady, the contrasting deep saphire and plum shades streaking the Atlantic all the way to the horizon, are uniquely the Bahamas.

Add to the these the gracefully rising hills, home of many happily wobbling birds, and the well-protected natural harbour, providing the comfortable anchorage for the ever-present yachts wending thier way down the Bahamas chain, and you have the quiet natural ingredients of Clarence Town, Long Island.

Uncharacteristically hilly (for the Bahamas) with cliffs rising from the sea on the east side (or north side as Long Islanders like to call it), Long Island's rugged wilderness is interupted by prestine pink sand beaches flanked by silvery green birch, wispy sea oats and other coastal vegetation. grazing the northern edge of the island, is the Tropic of Cancer, making the climatic transition from sub-tropical and tropical zones. Some would say this geographical line marks more than just a seperation of climatic zones but also signifies a shift in mind-set and way of living. Once you have spent a few days in Long Island, you find yourself naturally falling into the rhythm of the days - early to bed, early to rise - a rhythm established by Long Island's forefathers, most of whom were farmers, and which seems to fit this simple and peaceful way of life.