There are places on this earth that continue to live on inside of you. Places that drift magically in and out of your consciousness when you least expect them, but often times when you need them most.

Places like the many tickles and coves, guts and bays where brightly painted saltbox houses of sunflower yellow, lime green, and aquamarine cling to the cliffs. And remind you that houses are characters too, deserving of more than an unremarkable shade of beige.

Where the stories, tales, and traditions come with an abundance of old world charm, coloured by Irish, English, French, and ancient Aboriginal influences. A legacy of where we come from and how we came to be.

Long after you’ve left this place, as you sit down for a meal of ‘frozen this,’ or ‘take-out that,’ you’ll fondly remember the time you courageously lapped up a dish of cod tongues with scrunchions, or doughboys with moose stew, over lively conversations with people from places like Cupids, Hearts Desire, Paradise, and Sweet Bay. And forever after, a laugh just isn’t the same if sore ribs and a full belly don’t come with it, part and parcel.

Because if anything, this much is true: once you’ve travelled here, you’ll never again be far from the edge of the world. For history has proven that, like a barnacle fastened to the hull of a tall ship, this place, and all of its wonders big and small, has a tendency to stick to you long after you set sail.