Last night I was out and about in the forest, walking to Stiles Cove.

Not a worry in the world entered the forest with me: there were clear skies with twinkling stars above, small furry animals sharing the trail with me, majestic bald eagles soaring overhead, a small stream gently trickling over the cliffs into the hypnotic waves below, and AC/DC piped into my ears by my iPod. Pure serenity.

As you can see Stiles Cove is not far away from the cities to the south: the pink glow in the sky is the light pollution coming from the combined city lights of Flatrock, Torbay and most importantly St. John’s. The harbour of St. Johns in particular is very bright at night, walking around those shipyards you would swear it never gets dark.