Our kitchen door

It seems that in the winter I don’t get out much.

Sometimes we get groceries. I go curling once a week, and Cameron curls twice a week. Sometimes I attend meetings, groups, and events. We almost went to the movies once.

Other than that, I am inside.

We’ve lived on the island for over a year, and we still haven’t swam in infamous Cavendish beach. In fact, we haven’t even seen it.

We haven’t touched anything Anne of Green Gables. We haven’t heard the Singing Sands. We haven’t watched the wind turbines whip ’round and ’round. We haven’t tasted the cheese lady’s gouda, haven’t been inside the bottle house, or haven’t done much else for that matter.

The only adventures we’ve really ever taken here on PEI have been:

  • Attending the Dundas Plowing Match Fair;
  • Spending Canada Day in Charlottetown;
  • Doing a scavenger hunt at the Montague Summer Days Festival;
  • And being pleasantly forced by our friends to go to the beach once:
  • Cameron and Laura-Jane at Panmure beach

    This is not to say that there’s much to do; it’s just that we don’t get out much.