ABSTRACT
61I am about eight years old, sunbathing on a jetty at the bottom of our garden just after a swim. A warm sun caresses my body. I look out at blue sky, turquoise sea and pastel-coloured houses with white-washed roofs on the far side of the bay. The thought comes to me that heaven can’t be any better than this. For some reason this is a moment that I will always remember. It is summer time on the small subtropical island of Bermuda.
