The small town of Brigus, famous for it's scenery and sea captains. A small cemetery overlooks a haunting view of the Atlantic. Marc says he wants to be buried here.
Cape Broyle, a small fishing town on the southern shore of the Avalon Peninsula that had a population of only 13 in 1696. A place where my grandparents were married, built a home and raised 5 children. I spent almost every weekend here as a child and a teenager and never appreciated the beauty or it's history until I returned as an adult. I remember going down to the wharf where my great uncles and my grandfather would come in from their catch. Their nets teaming with the days catch of cod or capelin.
My poppy showed me how to clean and gut a fish and taught me how to jig for sculpins off the same wharf. He is a kind, gentle man with the largest hands of anyone I've ever known. As a child his knee was where I climbed, begging him to tell me a story. He would never refuse and would have me in giggles every time. Now at 92 he is still a man that is happy to tell a story just to make you smile. My nanny's kitchen still smells like I remember. Every Sunday she would prepare a Jiggs Dinner for the entire family and we never left her house hungry. Homemade bread, raisin buns and tea and toast were served every time people came to the door, stranger or friend. She is famous for her cooking in Cape Broyle and no one ever left her house without eating at her table. At 88 she still takes such pride in her home and still makes sure you leave with a full belly.
St. John's the oldest and most easterly city in 
Next post I will take you to Cape Spear, Ferryland and Brigus South (not to be confused with Brigus)
