Santos's Scraps: Brokeback Bordeaux

Nothing of interest to report, unless you consider riding through the French countryside on horseback amongst 17th century Châteaux and acres of vineyards interesting.

Cass's horse had decided that it would move only at the most leisurely of paces. Despite Cass's heels and the guides encouragements, it said nay. 

I promise that's the only horse pun in this post. 

The riding was great, but tough. I scoffed as Cass said that her legs were sore, then got off my horse and almost crumpled to the ground. Legs weak and sore: check; back and butt: just as sore.

Well, that's about it. Oh, and after the horse riding, we visited a Château, talked to the owner, toured the cellar and tasted some wine.