|Looking out from screened porch at Plantation Oaks Inn|
Yep, the weather has been perfect for walking on the beach, watching the kite surfers. And then heading back to our B&B for a cup of tea and a nap.
|Beach at Sulllivan's Island|
Perfect for heading into historic Charleston on the water taxi, for a day of exploring. We took a horse-drawn carriage tour; that was fun. Saw lots of beautiful old churches.
|Huguenot church in Charleston |
Learned the difference between a graveyard (attached to a church) and a cemetary (not attached to a church.) Walked through this lovely old graveyard, apparently a favourite on the "Ghost Walk" tours.
|Graveyard at Saint Phillips church in Charleston|
That is until the church grew a little tired of the "creative" narrative of some of the guides, and erected this plaque. Very droll, if you ask me.
We saw gorgeous old, colourful homes like these.
|Colourful historic homes in Charleston|
And this one, which is an inn now.
And which has a chimney in the shape of the Arc du Triomphe. Cool. Especially now that we've also seen the real one in Paris.
|Historic home in Charleston|
After lunch we hopped the water taxi back to our B&B and just had time to squeeze in a nap before we changed for dinner. Are you seeing a pattern here?
|Oak Allee at Boone Hall Plantation|
Yesterday we spent some time at Boone Hall Plantation. Where they used to grow cotton. But not anymore. They still have a working farm, though, and lots and lots of visitors.
|Cotton growing at Boone Hall Plantation|
I was a little surprised that, although the original house on the site was built in 1790, the current house is recent, completed in 1936... and built by Canadian Thomas Stone.
|Boone Hall Plantation|
But we loved the historical talks best, especially the one on "Gulla" history and culture, given by Gloria, whose great-grandmother was a slave and lived to be 113, apparently. Gloria's mother is 98, and Gloria herself must be well over 70. But can that women sing! She wove several spiritual songs into her talk.
|Historic "slave cabins" at Boone Hall Plantation|
Mostly though we just admired the trees and the gardens. Those giant live oaks are something else.
|Live oak at Boone Hall Plantation|
|Boone Hall gardens|
This morning we stayed close to home. Went for a long walk on the trails of a park near our B&B. Watched the sun sparkle off the water. And tried to work off three days of fabulous food. We haven't had a mediocre meal since we've been here. Last night at the Old Post House Inn we ate the best meal we've had in years. I had crispy soft-shelled crab. Oh my, it was luscious. Hubby had shrimp and grits... which tasted better than it sounds. Much, much better. At least for a couple of northerners whose experience with grits to date had been watching a patron of the buffet breakfast at the Holiday Inn Express in Homestead Florida in 2014 spoon grits onto their plate... along with hot biscuits slathered in chipped beef and white gravy, and two doughnuts on the side. I still can't believe that guy ate all of that for breakfast. But I'm digressing. So... grits... not necessarily disgusting. And if prepared like they were last night, quite divine, actually.
|On our walk this morning.|
So tonight we're going to wander around the Chem Creek area near where we are staying. Find a very casual spot for dinner and enjoy our last night in South Carolina. Tomorrow we head for the hills, so to speak. We have a cabin booked in the Smoky Mountains. We're looking forward to getting back to cooking for ourselves, many fewer elaborate meals, and much more exercise.
And. Now that I'm finished this post, I'm going to put my feet up. Read my book. Have another cup of tea. Maybe wander down to the dock. And sit a spell.
|The dock at Plantation Oaks Inn|
Okay. Now I'm just being cruel. Twenty-two degrees celsius is... well, not exactly... balmy.
But it ain't bad.