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Pam's Daily Wave...



Good Morning and Welcome to my Atlantic Life in Hatteras ๐Ÿ˜Š


So, this started as a journal entry, that turned into a blog post, that morphed into a blog series...."Living in Hatteras - my island sanctuary"


Having lived in many different towns and cities throughout my life, the two that are by far the closest to my heart are, my hometown of Ayr in Scotland, and my adopted hometown of Hatteras Village, on the Outer Banks of North Carolina.....but if you ask me which is the place where I feel most "me"....where I feel I "belong" (certainly at this point in time), it would most certainly be Hatteras ๐Ÿ’—


My Atlantic Island Sanctuary....


There is just a certain "je ne sais quoi" about this island, and for me, Hatteras Village in particular.....that speaks to my soul.


On Monday, I was chatting with one of the most delightful ladies I have had the great fortune of meeting here in Hatteras. She has lived in Hatteras all her life....and can remember when there was no Highway 12, and even a trip to Avon, a mere 18-mile journey now, would have been a day-long adventure, with stops along the way to push your car when it got stuck in the sand.


The "road" before NC12


There are many similarities between my homeland of Scotland and my adopted homeland of Hatteras - the beautiful and often wild landscape, the endless sandy beaches, the incredibly resilient people that choose to live here full time - hard-working "down to earth" folks.


The National Seashore designation that we have here is a blessing, as it provides us with a certain amount of protection against over-building on the beaches.....although some still manage to cram huge homes onto existing tiny lots, distorting the natural landscape.

One of the many, many reasons I love living in Hatteras Village, is that it's still remarkably uncommercialized. In the off-season, you really can get away from it all, I can walk on the beach and never meet another soul, just me, myself and I ๐Ÿ’—


Just me, myself and I...



Unfortunately, my hometown of Ayr in Scotland, like many beach towns, has become a victim of its own beauty and popularity - with large buildings and housing developments regularly popping up, whilst some older buildings are left to decay....


The Station Hotel as was...


The Station Hotel now....๐Ÿ˜ฅ

What happens to hotel bedrooms when left to decay...The Station Hotel in Ayr

Deserted dining areas....



Seafield House as was....