The first evening we went for a drive toward Cavendish along the sea shore. There were a couple foxes hanging out by the road, not scared of anything. This one was looking at Missy like she'd make a nice snack. She was going buh zerk.
The whole island is red dirt/rocks. I didn't see a chunk of good old granite or anything the whole time, just red.
The book Anne of Greene Gables was inspired by this house in Cavendish, it belonged to the author's cousin
Daniel Vessey, R.I.P. My great great grandfather.
It was hard to capture the rolling hills and farm fields. Beautiful and green, everywhere you look.