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And because I feel bad that I've only said angry, grumpy things the past 2 posts, I supposed I'll put up some pictures from our wonderfully fantastic relaxing heavenly week at the beach (although I really should wait until my mum sends me her pictures because they are bound to be much better than my own). I don't know why I ever come home from the Outer Banks. I'd really like to abandon all my real life pursuits and become a light house keeper. Except all the lighthouses are now automated. Curses upon all the wretches who thought that was a good idea!

Woops. This is supposed to be cheery...sorry! On with some fotos.

This is our house, charmingly named "Dare-E-Aire." Yes, it is about 100 feet from where the waves crash on the shore.


When I wasn't reading a most excellent novel by the name of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell or sitting on the beach watching the waves like T-rav, this is how I spent my time.



This is where I wish to spend the remainder of my days. Or at least some of them (the Currituck Beach Lighthouse).



And finally, when our time at the beach was up, we headed north to Colonial Williamsburg. If my plans for lighthouse keeping don't work out, perhaps I'll become a member of the "revolutionary city" and dress in colonial attire, speak with an old fashioned accent, and cook delicious food like sweet potato muffins, gingerbread scones, pottage pye (yes, pye, not pie), and various local salets (or salad, for those of you who speak the modern tongue). Alas, I don't have any great pictures from this day, but here are a few awkward ones.

It really bothered T-rav that the main road was paved.


Fautie, finally getting what he deserves...just kidding, oh wise padre.


And finally, T-rav's idea of heaven.


It was a great trip.