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 sapphire and plum shades streaking the Atlantic all the way to the horizon, are uniquely the Bahamas.

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