The faint buzz of construction workers from someone's new villa is heard.
Silence pervades across the white sands.
Beyond a bushy tangle of sea grapes, the beach curves around an azure bay, ending in a spit of land crowned by another distant villa. In the other direction, the sands stretch off to another promontory, this one forested in palms. Ahead, the waters of Pasture Bay twinkle and lap against the sands. The Antiguan sun beats down, its blaze tempered by the breezes. A golf cart whirs out of the tropical vegetation, ending a moment of solitude.