I’ve had several weeklong summer vacations in one of those five out of 357 houses on Oak Island that survived Hazel. Knotty pine tongue and groove paneling, stout but utterly unpretentious and, yep, pink asbestos siding on the exterior. The stories that place could tell. Fantastic view, right in the duneline, they don’t let you build there anymore, just the survivors grandfathered in, irreplaceable. Can’t be rebuilt. Time capsule.
A week vacation in a historical house on the island sounds like an excellent way to decompress.
Provided there are no hurricanes en route.