Whenever I pass by this house on the beach, which is just about daily when I am on the Outer Banks, I always think of a Nicholas Sparks Novel. I’ve never gotten up enough nerve to go up the steps to the walkway and take a look inside and it’s probably good I haven’t because it could never live up to my imagination which runs away with me on things like this. The appeal is in the setting. It sits just behind the dune line surrounded by golden sea oats waving in the breeze. Okay Mr. Sparks, the house is here waiting for that novel. So is my picture. Thanks for the look and have a great evening.