We’re Stopping to Smell the Summer Flowers
BY NQ
July 2019
Back next week with a cycle of new stuff!
Back next week with a cycle of new stuff!
It’s a tricky thing, leaving St John’s. And here, I’m talking solely in terms of travelling logistics. Sure, people do it all the time – they board planes, or maybe…
When all was said and done, the Beardmore Hoax was just another instance of an all-too familiar tale. A handful of rusted man-made iron – two pieces of a broadsword,…
I’M NOT SURE who first referred to them as the “Dear Old” Southside Hills, or if anyone still calls them that. Possibly the name went out of fashion when the huge oil tanks were built. But the nickname seems to have stuck for a while in the early 1900s, a curious term of affection for the imposing hillside that gives shape to St. John’s Harbour.