I’m heading to the ocean tomorrow for a brief stay, onto the amazingly well-maintained and trimmed shores of Prince Edward Island.
It’s unspeakably gorgeous there, miles of sandy beaches and waves and a salt wind. It does lack the harsh slap of waves against rock that the Eastern Shore of Nova Scotia has, the daily reminder of the ferocity of the Atlantic. PEI is justifiably called the gentle island, with smooth curves and sensuous roads, red soil peeking naughtily out from under the green green grass.
And the water curling around the island, encircling it, embracing it.
PEI is on my “bucket list” of places to visit. I envy you!