I’m an enormous L M Montgomery fan. I’ve read many of her books at least twenty times, and not just because I was trapped in a town with a crappy library. I best remember the day I met Charles by how much I freaked out when I discovered he was from Prince Edward Island. It’s Anne Land! (Though, truth be told, I vastly prefer weird snobby Emily to goody-two-shoes Anne. And arty Teddy is so much hotter than stodgy Gilbert.) There was no way I was passing up the opportunity to PEI it up when I was over that side of Canadia.
I went light-house spotting through Nova Scotia over to Prince Edward Island, through adorable Charlottetown up to Anne’s part of town. Peggy’s characterisation of PEI as "so cute I could puke" is apt. I played Spot-the-Obscure-Montgomery-Reference: Ingleside Lodge Motel and Kindred Spirits Country Inn were topped by Shining Waters Family Fun Park. Of course, I went to Green Gables.
From PEI (across the Confederation Bridge!), I meandered back through New Brunswick. I stopped in at Shediac, because I had found it impossible to believe that it wasn’t just Australians that built enormous fibre-glass versions of things – the Big Lobster set me straight. All trips must have a highlight, however, and this one was spontaneously dropping in on the incredible woman who is Charles’ mother. She is so cool.