For forty years, Ariel Sands Beach Club stood as a grand monument
to Bermuda’s place in the world’s collective conscience. Today, the
coterie of secluded guest cottages more closely resembles a collection of
storm-blown flophouses cut from a Steinbeck novel. But unlike other
woebegone reminders of our hubristic peak in the tourism industry,
and the precipitous fall from grace that followed, an air of optimism
has evidently rolled in over the desiccated cottages at Ariel Sands Drive.
From under the large tent set up on the lawn in front of the cottage,
a public relations officer peels away from the crowd to squint at the sky,
furrowing her brow like a protective mother. From real-estate CEOs
to government officials to your local Four Star deliver guy (a Dill family member, it turns out), everyone that is anyone is here. And while
they’re all trying desperately to play it cool, their faces belie a collective
determination to make sure everything—even the weather—goes according to plan.
From top: Artistic rendering of the proposed cottage colony; family
gathering, 1957, Mrs. Diana Darrid with her mother, Mrs T.M. Dill,
and three brothers (left to right), Mr. Laurence Dill, Sir Bayard Dill,
and Mr. Thomas N. Dill; breaking ground with Michael Douglas,
Premier Michael Dunkley, Seth Weinstein, and Nicholas B. Dill.