A Local Pastor

Yesterday, I had lunch with a Local Pastor. A Local Pastor I know pretty well. A Local Pastor who knows me pretty well.

A Local Pastor who I know so well that he even walks my dog!

I even got help him out a little bit in the "Exercising of the Dog Walking Exercise In Order To Get Exercise." (I don't know why I am holding the leash out that far so don't even ask.)

After the dog had been walked and a few household tasks had been accomplished, the aforementioned Local Pastor (since it was his day off) asked if I wanted to go out to lunch with him.

But of course!

Here are a few Manteo sites we sighted along the way.

I love birdhouses because they’re all so different.

And I also love archways. Here is one that leads into a local bed and breakfast type place.

We passed this place before turning the corner onto the Main Drag of Manteo. (Is it legal to call a street as regal sounding as Queen Elizabeth Ave. a “Main Drag?” I sure hope so.)

The Manteo Main Drag.

This is looking out toward the harbor.

We ate at the Hungry Pelican where we split a sandwich and drank water and were able to have a lovely lunch for about $7. (Steve and I love our bargains.)

The view from our table.

The place where the Local Pastor and I would have sat for a while after lunch had it been just a few degrees warmer.

The end.