We went, we ate, we swam in the sea, flew kites, wore matching sweaters and jumped, a lot. It was a spectacular holiday in the most beautiful setting. Tears all around when we had to pack up and head back to civilization Sunday.
I'm hoping that in its second year, outer banksgiving is now an official tradition, in the sense that we have to keep going, every year.
All credit for clever titling of this post goes to D. For a full album of all our beach activities - check out our flickr page.
