Getting to Fort St. Catherine from the town of St. George involves walking up a fairly steep hill past the famed Unfinished Church and if you get lost like we did, through the abandonded Club Med golf course. “Lost” is a relative term when you’re in an area like this where you don’t mind getting side-tracked because no matter where you are the scenery is breath-taking.
My fellow history buffs will note Fort St. Catherine never actually saw any action during its years of commission, but the British thought enough of its strategic position to keep enhancing it. There are a whole series of forts protecting Bermuda, but this is the only one I went to.
Back in day men did a lot of training with bringing shells like this one up from the magazine to cannons. Seeing this made me wish the equipment was still functional so I could go on a ride to simulate the shell’s journey. I’m about the same height, but not nearly as heavy.