Wanders in…Newfoundland (part four)

The Shyre were an electro jazz band visiting from Montreal. We’d been encouraged to attend by one of the band’s musicians. He was the kind of fresh-faced Canadian that we were happy to take a punt on. He had kindly offered a ticket reduction at the door. They were clearly slightly concerned about the attendance….

Wanders in…Newfoundland (part three)

She usually has a short blonde bob that curls slightly. We were now into our second night camping and the bob was looking tangled. We were out in backcountry, it was pitch black, and the wildlife was getting curious. Our tent wasn’t completely without protection. We were pitched upon a slightly raised wooden platform. We…

Wanders in…Newfoundland (part two)

We arrived in Bonavista in the evening. The town marks the point where the explorer Giovanni Caboto first spied the slightly desolate shoreline of Newfoundland. Sailing under the English flag, Giovanni’s name was promptly anglicised to John Cabot, the name to which the Newfoundlanders affectionately remember him by. The town consisted of a fairly liberal…

Wanders in…Newfoundland (part one)

I stood at the lake edge as my friend cast his fishing line. He was no expert fisherman, but here the fish were plentiful. A fish bit. He was delighted. Eight years living in the richest fishing country in the world and finally he’d caught his first fish. He beamed at me excitedly. “I’ve got…

Wanders in…Southern Spain

I stayed in a beach hut, at least it was advertised as a beach hut. The advertisers were spot on the money with ‘hut’ and much less so with ‘beach’. It is fair to say that you could see the coast, although it was from a substantial distance. It was undeniably a stretch to call…