A couple of hours north of San Francisco lies Sonoma Valley. Slightly less famous perhaps than its wealthy neighbour Napa, but none-the-less beautiful and utterly beguiling. Vines, woods and dark earth baking in the California sunshine.
We even made a tiny rattlesnake friend during our rambles. Shame that she was a little camera shy! I can officially tick ‘see rattlesnake’ off my list of life goals (my goals are weird, live with it).
The second thing to do is Sonoma is drink wine (yeah, I lied about the sobriety). Many wine, all the wine. There is nothing I like more than a rich, dark red wine. Something from a heavy bottle with broad sexy shoulders. After the heat of the day it was quite nice to have a little Zinfandel in a cool underground wine cave.
Four wineries in a day doesn’t sound like many, but multiply that by 5-6 small glasses of wine in each one and you’ll understand why I was happily singing along to Spice Girls in the bus back to the hotel!Needless to say, that night I enjoyed the deep sleep of the slightly inebriated. And the morning sore head of an idiot who tasted too much wine and regrets nothing!