As some of you may know, it is a Bermudian tradition to fly kites on Good Friday. This supposedly started when a minister was trying to teach his sunday school class about the resurrection and the cross sticks of the kite were to represent Christ rising from the dead. How this resurrection got rescheduled to the Friday, we will never know.
In any case, we were keen for our cub to experience this first hand on Horseshoe Bay - definitely the place to be on Good Friday. It was a gorgeous day with just slightly too little wind for traditional Bermuda kites but perfect for the $5 cheap plastic kite that Alex had brought with him. So it was that (against my traditionalist roots) i flew that plastic bag with him - both of us beaming with undue pride at our accomplishment - as Schuyler ate sand and whined about a missed nap. Her mum took her to dip Schuyler's American foot in the ocean water. The Bermudian foot, of course, must wait until May 24th for it's first dip. Our stay on the beach was foreshortened by a new (and unfamiliar to all) nap schedule but still, we were there where the sky was thick with kites.
And, it would be remiss of me to omit Ardleigh's delicious hot cross bun delivery (Granny Young's recipe) which is one of Schuyler's parent's favourite things about Easter.
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