If you want to enjoy the charm and grace that once defined The South, in general, and Virginia, in particular, come to Welbourne. "Faded elegance" is the description offered by your host, the genteel and engaging Nat Morison, who owns the plantation, and is the great-grandson of Col. Richard Dulany, commander of the 7th Virginia Cavalry, C.S.A. Col. Dulany founded the Piedmont Hunt in 1840, seving as its Master before and after The Late Unpleasantness. He oversaw the 1830s expansion of the Manor House, which greatly enhanced the original 1770s stone structure. Although Nat's description is certainly accurate, I prefer to tell folks that Welbourne has acquired a certain " patina of gentility". It is unique, much like its owner. Both are historic gems, complete with all the charming quirks you can imagine. Nat runs the plantation as a sort of retirement home for horses, where they are free to roam hundreds of magnificent acres in the heart of Virginia Hunt Country. Nat's love for his horses is both genuine and obvious. He also loves his dogs, ALL dogs, actually, and does not countenance their being told "NO!" for any reason, whatsoever. With names such as "Galatoire", " Atticus", and "Scout", they not only greet you upon arrival, they also join you on the expansive front porch, of an evening, where Nat holds court with wide-ranging discussions over bourbon, the Nectar of The South, or lesser drinks, if you are so inclined, or don't know any better. Anyone might appear to participate in these intriguing chats, just as Tom Wolfe and Scott Fitzgerald have in years past. My wife and I can't wait to meet Nat's wife, Sherry. She avoids the heat of summer, apparently fearing an attack of...The Vapors. We hope to get to know her during the winter, when Cocktail Hour(s) adjourns to the parlor, around the fireplace. After stimulating discussion and relaxing libation merge into resful sleep, you will awaken to the aroma of the best breakfast you will likely ever eat. It is worth the modest price of your room. Fine--a slight exaggeration, but only very slight. Anne, who creates these delicious dishes, is in her early 80s, the third generation to add to the legend of Welbourne. Her grits are the best I've had, and I've had more than a few. Her biscuits also rank among the finest available anywhere. After breakfast, you really should move a bit. Walk the hills and fields. Take a dip in Goose Creek. Share an apple or sugar lump with the horses. Marinade in the environment of something very special, and all too rare. You owe it to yourself.
- Also Known As:
- Welbourne Hotel Middleburg