On the East coast of Canada, the weather is cold and the people are warm. It’s a place like nowhere else on earth: Maritimers have their own language, expressions, traditions, and values. It’s a series of close-knit communities here on the Rock, a tightly-woven band of cheery folks anchored against the elements and the shifting tempers of the sea, their brightly coloured fishing villages sprinkled across the rocky landscape. By the sound of things, there’s another storm incoming, and the locals lift their heads to look.
But there’s not a cloud in the sky, and that’s not the far off rumbling of rain rolling in from the Atlantic. That’s the high-octane-fed roaring of Texas summer thunder, a big-block bellow that shakes the teaspoons in their drawers and sets the glass fish-floats a-tremblin’. Thunder. Thunder has come to the shores of Newfoundland. For those about to rock, we salute you. … Continue Reading