I drive about an hour south of St. John's, park in a grassy knoll, and walk a wide dirt path to the 1871 Lighthouse at Ferryland Head. It's a sight that conjures fairy-tale landscapes; the cobalt sea and azure sky stretch to the horizon, with only tufts of
white clouds to break the endless blue. A towering cherry red light is surrounded by green pasture that curves out to the
The grass is dotted with couples lying on flannel blankets, enjoying ham-and-Brie sandwiches ordered from the restored keeper's quarters turned lunch spot. Owner Jill Curran re-opened the light in 2004 knowing she wanted to fuse this idyllic setting with gourmet meals served in charming picnic baskets. "You'd be surprised how many people get engaged here—or maybe it's not a surprise," she says with a laugh.