Pans in Speyside

The downpours are now occaional and I re-sew the bimini (sun-roof) in five of its six "corners". I sew webbing bands on to replace the hard plastic plates and hooks which broke in the winds.
In the evening we join our Canadian friends for a pleasant dinner on the Speyside Inn veranda. Just below we can hear the Atlantic surf pounding, in the dark. The food is good, the company likewise.
Already the local steel band has set up its "pans", and soon Caribbean rythmns, with a cheery, bell-like sound, are drowing out all conversations. They try a few pop-melodies ála calypso, not quite the same. There's time for one or two dances before they pack away the oil drums at about nine-thirty. Caribbean bed-time?