Charleston, South Carolina, is one of my favourite places in the world. I came here for the first time last year and instantly fell stupidly in love. Now I'm setting part of my next book here which has given me the perfect excuse to come back again, this time for a bit longer. But still, not long enough. Like my other boyfriend, New York, the longer you spend here, the longer you want to stay. This is the test of a real romance. Today, I had breakfast at the fabulous B&B we are staying at, 15 Church Street, in the historic residential part of the peninsula, then we went to our favourite coffee place, Baked, in East Bay St, then out to Sullivan's Island to the beach. Bliss! May 1 and I am sunbathing. This is very good news for me, but not so much for my ginger husband, who sat for an hour and half swaddled in anything he could get his hands on before I agreed to get him in the shade. He is quite demanding. Next we went to Poe's Tavern (Poe as in Edgar Allen) for a scrumptious tuna salad (me) and humungous hamburger (the second best in America according to the Burnt One) and then we came back to Charleston and I cycled around the streets south of Broad doing a smidgeon of research, before convening on the porch of 15 Church for cocktails. It is true what you hear about Southern hospitality. I love it. And I want to take it with me wherever I go. Next stop: Denver, Colorado.