Duck

 



Avalon Fishing Pier at sunrise

 

 No, not the warning cry, nor the tasty bird with orange sauce, but Duck, one of the picturesque villages on North Carolina’s Outer Banks. The Outer Banks are a fragile ribbon of sand islands stretching for 100 miles linked by bridges and ferries with mile after mile of pastel coloured mansions lining the ocean front. Apart from our motel which I’m sure is housing extras for the forthcoming remake of ‘Deliverence’ by the look of the couple in the end room who haven’t moved from their banjo playing chairs for 48 hours! The morning began with a stunning sunrise stroll along the beach to the rickety Avalon Fishing Pier before heading off to the villages of Duck, Corolla and Manteo. Jockey’s Ridge was our favourite though which isn’t a village at all but an expanse of enormous sand dunes 100 feet tall. As a backdrop, there was a violent thunderstorm in the distance. Add to this the temperature in the mid 90’s and the day didn’t work out too bad at all. Oh, apart from bumping into the first English people on our trip so far. They were from Newcastle so we made our excuses and left!!




Vanessa on The Outer Banks

 






Jockey's Ridge sand dunes