PEI is one of my favourite places. The rolling hills, farmland, and sandy beaches offer the best of both worlds. In almost every rural scene, there is a sliver of blue ocean on the horizon, and included in every walk on the beach is a drive home along pastures dotted with cows and horses.
Years ago, in the summer, we used to wait in long line ups for the ferry to PEI, and there was a great sigh of relief after we crossed the Northhumberland Strait and drove off onto island soil. On one of those trips, the waves were so high and the winds so strong that the ferry had to travel a “V” path across the channel to avoid broadsiding the deep troughs, and when we neared land, a big inflatable whaler from the coastguard came alongside to escort us safely into port.
Then came the debate about the bridge to PEI and how it would save or ruin the island and its sense of peace. After a lot of discussion and planning, in 1997, the Confederation Bridge opened and even though I’m not sure how the citizens feel about it, it has not changed the beauty of PEI for us. It still has that ethereal sense of being an "island" set apart from the rest of the world, it's allure is still the same, the quiet roads are still lined with patches of purple lupins, and around every corner of pasture, there is still a glimpse of the lapis-blue sea.
Days on PEI are filled with visits to the many artisan shops, of pottery, knitting, knick-knacks and culinary treats. You just can’t go home without red-clay-dyed T-shirts, a carving of a foam-green seagull and bunches of warm memories.
One of our favourite places to visit is the Preserve Company in New Glasgow, PEI. The painting shown on this page from @1995, is from a scene in that valley. In the painting, the land is waking up to a new day and the fog is lifting off the hills in the background.