Today I headed up to Signal Hill and Cabot Tower, which overlooks St. John's and the entrance to the harbor. Thick fog had rolled in, so there wasn't much of a view.
The taxi driver explained the area had included several US military bases and of course the airports, which came about during World War II as part of a land–equipment exchange between FDR and Churchill after the Germans occupied France and the US was officially neutral.
Roosevelt was running for reelection in 1940, and America, still remembering World War I, was in denial.
Britain alone was fighting Germany, with boats stationed at British territories including Newfoundland, Bermuda, and the Bahamas when they were desperately needed in Europe at places like Dunkirk.
Later I followed the Ladies' Lookout trail, where Newfoundland women awaited sons and lovers returning from the sea. At the base of the hill, it connected to Cuckold's Cove. I'll let you draw your own conclusions.
This is Quidi Vidi Lake, which empties into the ocean. There were nesting eagles, but all I saw was seagulls.
Unfortunately Mallard's Cottage was booked, so I couldn't stay for music and a warm Sunday supper.
So I took a taxi back to town (about 3 km—not a bad walk, but it was chilly) and had a mug of warm tea and a tasty lobster tail and toast with blueberry jam. Tomorrow I'll pick up a car and head west to Gander and Twillingate in hopes of seeing icebergs and puffins. Listening to the radio and thinking of FDR and Marconi.