Savannah

We didn't have the best wake up call this morning - the fire alarm went off. It was swiftly followed by the fire engine.  So Lorraine - this is just for you.

Possibly as hacked off as we were at the early false alarm - Jekyll Island's finest

We packed, ate breakfast and then started on the Georgia Scenic route to Savannah, a largely uneventful trip as most things appear to be closed on Mondays. But we took it slowly and drove what appeared to be miles along forest roads next to swampland which stretched as far as the eye can see.

We arrived in Savannah slightly before 3pm, to find Chris and Dan already settled in to what is a truly gracious B&B.

Chris and Dan in the Drawing Room....

The view onto Lafayette Square

We saw the Cathedral and then ate some Southern cookin' in an early dinner at Paula Deen (dip it in butter and then fry it, apparently. Oh, and say 'Y'all" a lot).  

We then joined a ghost tour of Savannah, hilarious for lots of reasons, but primarily because the man taking it was so serious about the 'evidence' which he brought to illuminate his stories. 

This was a lot of crackly tape recordings where ghosts spoke to him and his colleages, and photos which reminded me strongly of those declaring that the Loch Ness monster was alive and well.

It was enjoyable to walk around the city, but we were also treated to a lightning storm while we walked, which seemed appropriate given the ghosties & ghoulies we were being introduced to. No rain - that comes tomorrow, apparently, but sheet lightning flashing across the sky.

Fabulous. We returned to the hotel to partake of port (how very civilised) before bed.