For quite some time, on our drives to and from the Outer Banks, Motor Man and I have been admiring an old barn in Chesapeake. It sits back off the highway, and, although we’ve looked every time we pass by, we’d never seen anyone out in the yard. Until Saturday.
The landowner was so nice. He gave us permission to go back in the barnyard and take pictures. Of course, Motor Man struck up a conversation, and it turns out that the two of them know some of the same people. Business cards were exchanged.
Anyway, back to the barn. The owner told us that it was built in the 1960’s. Obviously, it was red at some point in its life.
Randomly meeting nice folks is a Barn Charm bonus.
these days of mine 