Since I have no interest in the Casino and the golf-course has only recently been restored, I seldom trouble to cross it. At that hour in the morning the gamblers, the tennis players, the waterskiers and sunbathers were asleep; the helicopters and the yachts not yet in motion. Only a few other cars besides the Ford Anglia crossed the bridge with me: contractors for the development company; early-morning golfers like myself. It is warm for golf by mid-morning in the Bahamas, and some people still have work to attend to. Wallace Brady awaited me at the golf-course, which is on the right, or eastern, end of the island. Although several luxury hotels and duplex villas have been created, and the excellent beach is fully equipped, some of Paradise Island is still largely jungle, and the straight avenues of pines dissolve into unmade roads edged with scrub, partly cleared here and there for new sites. Bought originally by Mr Huntington Hartford, it bore the name Hog Island, I understand. The new packaging, I have no doubt, will match the new brand name chosen for it.
