It’s red soil and sandstone, even on a grey, grey, grey day in PEI at the tail end of a tropical storm.
But it’s ours. And yes, it really is red, just like Anne’s hair.
This is one of a series on Canadian national treasures – my sesquicentennial project. They reflect people (living and dead), places and things that I think are worth celebrating about our country, and are done in no order of precedence.