Day 7 dawned beautiful up on PEI so we decided to spend the day exploring on the Harley. We cruised down to Cornwall near Charlottetown, to Red Rock Harley Davidson and did some shopping:



and then wandered the outskirts of Charlottetown. A cruise ship had docked and the passengers were disembarking at the time, so the streets were mobbed and the traffic being directed by police. I had the map in my back pocket and kept checking it for ways out, and we ended up taking a brief tour and heading back out into the countryside in search of The Kitchen Witch, a tearoom I'd been keeping my eye on for a while.

Quick story.

About ten years ago, more or less, I'd been online searching out places on PEI, hoping to get up there on vacation and I found a real estate sale ad for The Kitchen Witch, a funky little store and tearoom on acreage for a very good price. I got hugely enthused and started showing it to my family and chattering about buying it and moving up there. I didn't get to, obviously, but I never forgot it and now, today, we were on our way out to find it.

And we did.



It had changed in the years since the original RE ad, according to the lovely woman from Texas who had purchased it. Someone else had bought it before her (that was back when I was wanting to) and let it go to some disrepair, and then sold it to her and her husband, and they were in the process of bringing it back to its former funky glory.



I love funky, offbeat places like this and so we went in and had delicious homemade fresh blueberry gelatos, and then I decided to have my tea leaves read because I've never done that before and so why not?





It was fun and interesting, and apparently I have three big, happy incidents to look forward to, one right after the other. There was more, of course, and it was fascinating watching the reader study and interpret the cup.

I asked the owner if there were any nice beaches around, unmanned ones since they were the least crowded, and she gave us perfect directions to this lovely place:



And so we got to spend another beautiful afternoon relaxing, sunning and beachcombing.





A lone jellyfish, riding the ripples.



This is the road we came in and out on. Flowers -- roses, primroses and Queen Anne's Lace -- lined the beautiful red dirt.






We found a nice restaurant, stopped for dinner and strolled the wharf.



Full, happy, and windblown, headed back to the cabin to relax, as tomorrow was Avonlea.



Yes, I would go back.