An early morning walk. The little outport town of English Harbour shrouded in fog – boats, buildings and flowers emerging slowly from the thick white fog. Rugged beauty and weatherbeaten buildings, hard edges softened by the diffused light. A town carved into a rugged and harsh landscape, houses and sheds hugging the curved slope that tumbles gently down to the bay. A small town hanging by a thin economic thread. Despite weather and hardship, suffused with a spirit of great generosity.