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Pattie Boyd: We spent our honeymoon in Barbados in a fabulous rented villa called Benclare at Gibbs Beach, on what is now the Sandy Lane Estate. It was perched on a hill with a sweeping lawn to the main road, views of the sea, and a full staff. One day we were out in the garden and the maid said, “Oh, look, there’s the Queen of England!” Sure enough, there she was, driving past in an open-topped car waving to everyone, with Prince Philip sitting beside her, head buried in a newspaper. We spent beautiful sunny days exploring the island, playing in the sea, and having romantic dinners at home to the sound of the ever-present tree frogs. We lounged on the beach, went to the famous Sandy Lane Hotel, swam, talked, and walked, and I was so happy I thought I might burst. It was bliss to have George to myself, no work pulling either of us and no fans making life a misery.
We didn’t know anyone on the island and there were few tourists at that time, but gradually word got out that we were there so we posed a couple of times for the local press, and then the local dignitaries wanted to be photographed with us. We made a few friends including the eccentric George Drummond, of the banking family, who lived there. He showed us around the island and gave parties for us to meet other locals. A lot of people still lived in the old wooden chattel houses, built on blocks so they could be lifted up and moved, with shutters on every window, and painted blue, pink, or yellow. The island was full of life and color, cascading bougainvillea in every shade, flame-red trees, smartly dressed schoolchildren in uniform, pretty brown, black, and white goats. After a week some friends who were in New York came to join us - Terry Howard was the creative director of an advertising agency, and his girlfriend, Venetia Cuninghame, was a model - another face in the Birds of Britain book.
We didn’t know anyone on the island and there were few tourists at that time, but gradually word got out that we were there so we posed a couple of times for the local press, and then the local dignitaries wanted to be photographed with us. We made a few friends including the eccentric George Drummond, of the banking family, who lived there. He showed us around the island and gave parties for us to meet other locals. A lot of people still lived in the old wooden chattel houses, built on blocks so they could be lifted up and moved, with shutters on every window, and painted blue, pink, or yellow. The island was full of life and color, cascading bougainvillea in every shade, flame-red trees, smartly dressed schoolchildren in uniform, pretty brown, black, and white goats. After a week some friends who were in New York came to join us - Terry Howard was the creative director of an advertising agency, and his girlfriend, Venetia Cuninghame, was a model - another face in the Birds of Britain book.