Dominic Corry learns drinking and horse-riding are a good mix.
Some things simply go together - peanut butter and jam, jeans and T-shirts, Mike and Hilary. And, as I discovered recently, drinking wine and riding horses.
Located southeast of Melbourne, the Mornington Peninsula is just an hour or so's drive from the city via a new-ish motorway (watch your pace - it's riddled with speed cameras), but it feels a world away. Rolling hills covered by lush Australian bush surrounded by endless coastal wonders, it's an area with a deep history and a mythic feel.
It's also become a hive for a variety of moderate adventure tourism activities, including diving, kayaking and cycling. The bike tour I did took me through the imposing Pt Nepean Quarantine Station, which housed diseased immigrants in the 1800s. Now a heritage site, the buildings project an eerie lifelessness that must be experienced. It is a place like no other.
As delightful as the cycle tour was though, the most enduring memories I took away were the ones I made while astride a beautiful, even-tempered Clydesdale named Tank.